How is this for a lullaby?
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed,
Heav’nly blessings without number,
Gently falling on they head.
How much better thou’rt attended,
Than the Son of God could be,
When from Heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Coarse and hard thy Savior lay:
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.
Oh, to tell the wondrous story,
How His foes abused their King;
How they killed the Lord of glory,
Makes me angry while I sing.
Hush, my child, I did not chide thee,
Though my song may seem so hard;
‘Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
And her arms shall be thy guard.
May’st thou learn to know and fear Him,
Love and serve Him all thy days;
Then to dwell forever near Him,
Tell His love and sing His praise.
Today is the birthday of Isaac Watts (b. 1674), author of this lullaby/hymn and many other more familiar hymns, such as:
Alas, And Did My Saviour Bleed
Am I a Soldier of the Cross?
I SIng the Mighty Power of God
Jesus Shall Reign Where E’er the Sun
Joy to the World
Marching to Zion
Our God, Our Help in Ages Past
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
What a legacy of hope and encouragement for one man to leave behind (d. 1748) after having gone to be with the Lord! Isaac Watts is buried at Bunhill Fields near the final resting place of fellow non-conformist John Bunyan. You can find pictures and information on a recent visit to Bunfield Fields by blogger Phil Johnson here, but no mention of Isaac Watts. Which of these hymns do you know and love? Are there others by Isaac Watts I’ve left off the list?