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OH, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, / The evening shades are falling, -- / Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear / The voice of the Master calling?
Deep lies the snow upon the earth, / But all the sky is ringing / With joyous song, and all night long / The stars shall dance, with singing.
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, / And close thine eyes in dreaming, / And angels fair shall lead thee where / The singing stars are beaming.
A shepherd calls his little lambs, / And he longeth to caress them; / He bids them rest upon his breast, / That his tender love may bless them.
So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, / Whilst evening shades are falling, / And above the song of the heavenly throng / Thou shalt hear the Master calling.