Verse: 1 
Em             D   Em                 D      Em   G 
Hush, my babe, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed, 
Em7                D       G   D   Em              Bm     Em 
Heavenly blessings without num-ber gently stealing on thy head. 

Verse: 2 
Em          D   Em                D            Em  G 
How much better art thou attended than the son of God could be 
Em7              D    G   D    Em           Bm         Em 
When from Heaven He descended, and became a child like thee. 

Verse: 3 
Em         D  Em            D               Em  G 
Soft and easy is thy cradle Coarse and hard the Savior lay, 
Em7                  D     G   D   Em              Bm      Em 
When His birth-place was a stable, and His softest bed was hay.