And the rapturing stir of the voice of her,
Outsinging the larks in her joys divine.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! my baby, sleep!
Christ is the shepherd of His sheep,
And lambs like you to His heart he folds,
And safely holds, all safely holds,
Till the dark night dies in the arms of day,
When He kisses my lamb awake to play.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! my baby, sleep.
In joy-hearted France sings this love’s romance.