A Rocking Hymn
Written By: Unknown
Music By: R. T. Bevan
Copyright Unknown
Sweet baby, sleep, what ails my dear?
What ails my darling thus to cry?
Be still, my child and lend thine ear,
To hear me sing thy lullaby.
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.
What ails my darling thus to cry?
Be still, my child and lend thine ear,
To hear me sing thy lullaby.
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.