The Divine Lullaby by Eugene Field — Read

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; / I hear it by the stormy sea / When winter nights are black and wild, / And when, affright, I call to Thee; / It calms my fears and whispers me, / "Sleep well, my child."

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, / In singing winds, in falling snow, / The curfew chimes, the midnight bell. / "Sleep well, my child," it murmurs low; / "The guardian angels come and go, -- / O child, sleep well!"

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, / Ay, though the singing winds be stilled, / Though hushed the tumult of the deep, / My fainting heart with anguish chilled / By Thy assuring tone is thrilled, -- / "Fear not, and sleep!"

Speak on -- speak on, dear Lord! / And when the last dread night is near, / With doubts and fears and terrors wild, / Oh, let my soul expiring hear / Only these words of heavenly cheer, / "Sleep well, my child! "