(The infant King) Sing lullaby
Lullaby baby, now reclining
Hush, do not wake the Infant King
Angels are watching, stars are shining
Over the place where he is lying
Lullaby baby, now a-sleeping
Hush, do not wake the Infant King
Soon will come sorrow with the morning
Soon will come bitter grief and weeping
Lullaby baby, now a-dozing
Hush, do not wake the Infant King
Soon comes the cross, the nails, the piercing
Then in the grave at last reposing
Lullaby! is the babe a-waking?
Hush, do not wake the Infant King
Dreaming of Easter, gladsome morning
Conquering death, its bondage breaking