Words adapted from a poem by Isaac Watts Music by Stephen Elkins Hush, my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head Chorus How much better thou art attended Than the Son of God could be When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee May you live to know and fear Him Trust and love Him all thy days Then go dwell forever near Him See His face and sing His praise repeat chorus
PricelessLiz 2 months ago