Key: E
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Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed,Em7DGDEmBmEm
Heavenly blessings without num-ber gently stealing on thy head.
Verse: 2EmDEmDEmG
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When from Heaven He descended, and became a child like thee.
Verse: 3EmDEmDEmG
Soft and easy is thy cradle Coarse and hard the Savior lay,Em7DGDEmBmEm
When His birth-place was a stable, and His softest bed was hay.