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Still, still, still
To sleep is now his will.
On Mary’s breast He rests in slumber
While we pray in endless number
Still, still, still
To sleep is now his will.
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Thy vigil God will keep
And angels come from heaven singing
Songs of jubilation bringing
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Thy vigil God will keep.
Still, still, still
To sleep is now his will
For all is hushed
The world is sleeping
While the angels watch you dreaming
Still, still, still
To sleep is now his will.
