Verse: 1 Em D Em D Em G Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed, Em7 D G D Em Bm Em Heavenly blessings without num-ber gently stealing on thy head. Verse: 2 Em D Em D Em G How much better art thou attended than the son of God could be Em7 D G D Em Bm Em When from Heaven He descended, and became a child like thee. Verse: 3 Em D Em D Em G Soft and easy is thy cradle Coarse and hard the Savior lay, Em7 D G D Em Bm Em When His birth-place was a stable, and His softest bed was hay.
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