HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy
What would you do if you heard a voice
That called
Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath
We pressed our faces to the grass
Eyes to earth, but
Now You can dismiss Your servant in peace.
As you have
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap
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