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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>HUSH, MY DEAR</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_r_o_rousseau_jj.jpg" alt="Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778)" width="131.333333333333" height="180.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Divine and Moral Songs</em>, 1715.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Greenville,” from the opera <em>Le Devin du Village</em> (The Village Soothsayer), by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1752 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_r_greenvil.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,<br>
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Holy angels guard thy bed,<br>
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Heav’nly blessings without number,<br>
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Gently falling on they head.<br>
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How much better thou’rt attended,<br>
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Than the Son of God could be,<br>
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When from heaven He descended,<br>
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And became a child like thee!</p>
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<p>Soft and easy is thy cradle,<br>
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Coarse and hard thy Savior lay:<br>
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When His birthplace was a stable,<br>
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And His softest bed was hay.<br>
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Oh, to tell the wondrous story,<br>
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How His foes abused their King;<br>
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How they killed the Lord of glory,<br>
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Makes me angry while I sing.</p>
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<p>Hush, my child, I did not chide thee,<br>
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Though my song may seem so hard;<br>
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’Tis thy mother sits beside thee,<br>
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And her arms shall be thy guard.<br>
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May’st thou learn to know and fear Him,<br>
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Love and serve Him all thy days;<br>
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Then to dwell forever near Him,<br>
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Tell His love and sing His praise.</p>
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