Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm,
Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm
Tell all the drifting snow
Tell all the winds that blow,
That they must softly go;
Baby is here.
Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled,
And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed!
Tell the Aurora bright,
Tell all the stars of night,
Send down your cheery light;
Baby is here!
Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world:
His starry banner now is unfurled.
Hear what the angels say,
Sent on their shining way,
One soul is pure as they;
Baby is here.