A CRADLE HYMN. HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber, Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, How much better thou'rt attended Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard the Saviour lay, When His birth-place was a stable, And His softest bed was hay. 108 A CRADLE HYMN. Blessed babe! what glorious features, Lo, He slumbers in His manger, Peace, my darling, here's no danger, 'Twas to save thee, child, from dying, May'st thou live to know and fear Him, See His face and sing His praise! I could give thee thousand kisses, WATTS. THE BIBLE HOLY BIBLE. HOLY Bible, Book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came, Mine to teach me what I am. Mine to show a Saviour's love; Mine to chide me when I rove; Mine art thou to guide my feet; Mine to judge, condemn, acquit. 110 HOLY BIBLE. Mine to comfort in distress; Mine to warn of sinners' doom; Mine to show that doom to shun. Mine to show the living faith; Mine to tell of joys to come; Mine to point me out the road; |