Sleep warm, sweet child, to whom we're led,
for many miles you soon will tread
to bring new hope to those forlorn,
for such high purpose you've been born.
So while you can, lay down your head.

In coming years, God's word you'll spread,
dear babe at rest in humble bed.
Too soon you'll have to weather storms.
Sleep warm, sweet child.

Your work will keep the spirits fed
of weary souls once filled with dread,
yet some will greet your words with scorn
and mock you with a crown of thorns.
Before the road that lies ahead,
sleep warm, sweet child.