Still, still, still,

The child’s eyes softly close.

And Mary breathless, draws Him, weeping,

To her heart made pure for keeping.


Sing, sing, sing,

He hears and sweetly smiles.

And kneeling Joseph joins in chorus

With the angels bending o’er us.


Sleep, sleep, sleep,

He breathes a tender sigh,

For soon He’ll wake the world from slumber,

Bring life and endless wonder.


Sleep, Holy Jesus, sleep.


                           An Austrian Carol