O lit­tle child! lie still and sleep;
Jesus is near: Thou need’st not fear;
No one need fear whom God doth keep,
By day or night, by day or night;
Then lay thee down in slum­ber deep
Till morn­ing light, till morn­ing light.

O lit­tle child! be still and rest;
He sweet­ly sleeps whom Je­sus keeps;
And in the morn­ing, wake so blest,
His child to be, His child to be;
Love ev­ery one, but love Him best,
He first loved thee, He first loved thee.

O lit­tle child! when thou must die,
Fear noth­ing then, but say, Am­en
To God’s com­mand, and qui­et lie,
In His kind hand, in His kind hand;
Till He shall say, Dear child, come fly
To Heav’n’s bright land, to Heav’n’s bright land.

Then, when thy work on earth is done,
Thou shalt as­cend to meet thy friend;
Jesus the lit­tle child will own,
Safe at His side, safe at His side;
And thou shalt live be­fore the throne
Because He died, be­cause He died.