Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
rest and dream of what may be.
When you wake a song shall fly
of God’s good work to set us free:
From fear and fray
to joy’s display,
ne’er overwhelmed by evil’s forces.
From mine to yours
restitution outpours
undeterred along heaven’s courses.
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
claim God’s name with jubilee.
Take your ache to Holy Salve
and love in Heavn’s fierce company.