A Cradle Hymn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BBBB BCBC DEDE FBFB ABAB CBCB CGCG HIHI GBGB ABAB GJGJ HKHK| Hush my dear lie still and slumber | A |
| Holy angels guard thy bed | B |
| Heavenly blessings without number | A |
| Gently falling on thy head | B |
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| Sleep my babe thy food and raiment | B |
| House and home thy friends provide | B |
| All without thy care or payment | B |
| All thy wants are well supplied | B |
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| How much better thou'rt attended | B |
| Than the Son of God could be | C |
| When from heaven He descended | B |
| And became a child like thee | C |
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| Soft and easy is thy cradle | D |
| Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay | E |
| When His birthplace was a stable | D |
| And His softest bed was hay | E |
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| Bless egrave d babe what glorious features | F |
| Spotless fair divinely bright | B |
| Must He dwell with brutal creatures | F |
| How could angels bear the sight | B |
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| Was there nothing but a manger | A |
| Curs egrave d sinners could afford | B |
| To receive the heavenly stranger | A |
| Did they thus affront their Lord | B |
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| Soft my child I did not chide thee | C |
| Though my song might sound too hard | B |
| 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee | C |
| And her arms shall be thy guard | B |
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| Yet to read the shameful story | C |
| How the Jews abused their King | G |
| How they served the Lord of Glory | C |
| Makes me angry while I sing | G |
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| See the kinder shepherds round Him | H |
| Telling wonders from the sky | I |
| Where they sought Him there they found Him | H |
| With His Virgin mother by | I |
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| See the lovely babe a dressing | G |
| Lovely infant how He smiled | B |
| When He wept the mother's blessing | G |
| Soothed and hush'd the holy child | B |
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| Lo He slumbers in His manger | A |
| Where the horn egrave d oxen fed | B |
| Peace my darling here 's no danger | A |
| Here 's no ox anear thy bed | B |
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| 'Twas to save thee child from dying | G |
| Save my dear from burning flame | J |
| Bitter groans and endless crying | G |
| That thy blest Redeemer came | J |
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| May'st thou live to know and fear Him | H |
| Trust and love Him all thy days | K |
| Then go dwell for ever near Him | H |
| See His face and sing His praise | K |
Isaac Watts
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