Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

When God with us was dwelling here,

In little babes he took delight;

Such innocents as thou, my dear,

Are ever precious in His sight.

Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;

Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.

A little infant once was He,

And, strength in weakness, then was laid

Upon His virgin-mother's knee,