This is an unaccompanied setting of Isaac Watts' Cradle Song in a virtual rendering using East West Symphonic Choirs with Wordbuilder
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Story behind the song
This simple little setting, very direct and accessible in its appeal was first performed by London Concert Choir in 1988 at St. John's Smith Square in London and has been performed often since then. Not having a decent live recording, here is a virtual one. Like all such, a little help with understanding the lyric may be of use, so the words are set out below. I hope it will be enjoyed by all at this seasonal time.
Lyrics
Hush! My dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heav’nly blessings without number,
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home thy friends provide;
All without thy care and payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou’rt attended
Than the Son of God could be
When from heaven he descended
And became a child like thee.
See the lovely babe a-dressing,
Lovely infant how he smiled!
When he wept, the mother’s blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child.
Lo, he slumbers in his manger,
Where the horned oxen fed.
Hush my darling! Here’s no danger,
Here’s no ox a-near thy bed.
May’st thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days:
Then go dwell forever near him,
See his face and sing his praise.
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