The Virgin stills the crying
Of Jesus, sleepless lying;
And singing for His pleasure,
She calls mothers Treasure,
"My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!"
O Lamb, my love inviting,
O Star, my soul delighting,
O Flower of mine own bearing,
O Jewel past comparing!
My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!
Say, would'st Thou heavenly sweetness,
Or love of answering meetness?
O is fit music wanting?
Ho! Angels, raise your chanting!
"My Darling, do not weep,
My Jesu, sleep!"
Writer(s): Frank Luther
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