| Isaac Watts - 1807 - 410 lehte
...persuaded to permit it to appear in puvlic, at the end of these Songs for Children, A CRADLE-HYMN. HUSH \ my dear, lie still, and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe ; thy food and raiment,... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 lehte
...persuaded to permit it to appear in public, at the end of these Songs for Children. A CRADLE HYMN. HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy bead. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,... | |
| New Church gen. confer - 1844 - 496 lehte
...children that they are under the guardianship of angels, and to soothe them with the sweet lines, " Hush ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ;" but as for believing that these lines contain sober fact, — to believe in any such thing is regarded... | |
| 1828 - 188 lehte
...though from flow'r to flow'r I rovr, My stock of wisdom I'll Improve, Nor bo a butterfly. CRADLE HYMN. HUSH, my dear, lie still, and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number, Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,... | |
| Isaac Watts - 1829 - 76 lehte
...persuaded to permit it to appear in public, at the end of these SONGS FOR CHILDREN. A CKADLE HYMN. HUSH ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heav'nly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,... | |
| Isaac Watts - 1830 - 84 lehte
...sure hope at the end of his days Of rising in brighter array. MORAL SONGS. SONG VII[. A Cradle Hymn. HUSH, my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heav'nly blessings without number Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends... | |
| 1841 - 300 lehte
...me two verses to sing to baby, and she says she will teach me some more : DOMESTIC INFLUENCE. 275 " Hush, my dear ! lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ; Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. " How much better thou'rt attended... | |
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