His holy Spouse, thy mother too.

Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;

Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

Though thy conception was in sin,

A sacred bathing thou hast had;

And, though thy birth unclean hath been,

A blameless babe thou now art made.

Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;

Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep,

While thus thy lullaby I sing,