Sleep, my Sav­ior, sleep,
On Thy bed of hay,
Angels in the span­gled hea­ven
Sing their glad­some Christ­mas ca­rols
Till the dawn of day.

Sleep, my Sav­ior, sleep
On Thy bed of hay,
Ere the mourn­ing an­gel com­eth
To the moon­lit ol­ive gar­den
Wiping tears away.

Sleep, my Sav­ior, sleep
Sweet on Ma­ry’s breast,
Now the shep­herds kneel ador­ing,
Now the mo­ther’s heart is joy­ous,
Take a hap­py rest.

Sleep, my Sav­ior, sleep
Sweet on Ma­ry’s breast.
Crucified, with wounds and bruis­es,
Bleeding, pur­ple, stained, dis­fig­ured,
One day Thou wilt rest.