Some COPIES of the following HYMN having got abroad already into feveral Hands, the Author has been perfuaded to permit it to appear in Public, at the End of thefe SONGS for Children. HUS A CRADLE HYM N. USH! my dear, lie ftill and flumber, Heavenly bleffings without number Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, All without thy care or payment. How much better thou 'rt attended Soft and easy is thy cradle : Courfe and hard thy Saviour lay: Was Was there nothing but a manger Soft my child; I did not chide thee, 'Tis thy * Mother Nurse that } fits befide thee, And her arms fhall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story, How the Jews abus'd their King, How they ferv'd the Lord of glory, Makes me angry while I fing. See the kinder fhepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where they fought him, there they found him, See the lovely babe a-dreffing; When he wept, the Mother's bleffing Sooth'd and hush'd the holy child. Lo, he flumbers in his manger, Where the horned oxen fed; Peace, my darling, here's no danger, Here's no ox a-near thy bed. *Here you may ufe the words, Brother, Sifter, Neighbour, Friend, &c. VOL. LVI. R 'Twas 'Twas to fave thee, child, from dying, May'ft thou live to know and fear him, I could give thee thousand kiffes, CON CONTENT S WATTS'S POEMS. BOOK I. CONTINUED. On DIVINE LOVE. THE Hazard of Loving the Creatures, Defiring to Love Christ, The Heart given away, The Faireft and the Only Beloved, A Sight of Christ, Page 3 4 5 7 8 10 II Mutual Love ftronger than Death, |