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LULLABY OF THE VIRGIN, by                    
First Line: "sleep, child - thy mother's first-born"
Last Line: A thousand songs of praise
Subject(s): Jesus Christ - Childhood & Youth;mary. Mother Of Jesus;women - Bible; Virgin Mary


Sleep, Child--Thy mother's first-born,
Thou,
Yea, first and only one.
Then sleep, oh sleep--Thy father calls,
Unto his little son.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

I strewed the bed for thee alone,
Sleep, Babe, so fair to see;
I strewed it of the softest hay,
Sleep, little soul of me.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

Sleep, then, my Jewel and my Crown,
O milky Nectar, sleep!
And mother will bring gifts to Thee,
For Thee sweet beans will heap.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

I'll give Thee whatsoe'er Thou wilt,
Sleep, then, beloved Boy;
My little Treasure, quietly sleep,
O Thou, Thy mother's joy!
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

Oh, sleep, my throne, my Heart, o'er whom
Thy mother doth rejoice!
Thy lisp is heavenly to mine ears,
And honey-sweet Thy voice.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

Roses I'll strew, that naught may lack,
And violets, on the hay;
Hyacinths and lilies on the floor
And in the manger lay.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.

And--wilt Thou music?--to Thy bed
The shepherds I will bring;
For none are better, sure, than they,
More sweetly none can sing.
To Thee a thousand times we raise
A thousand songs of praise.





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