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Hush, My Dear, Lie Still And Slumber! Holy Angels Guard Thy Bed!
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Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- A Cradle Hymn
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