ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to
the ground apart from the will of your Father...So don't be afraid; you
are worth more than many sparrows." Matthew 10:29-31
Words: Emma Willard (1787-1870). She may have written these words as
early as 1830; they were in print at least by 1855.
Music: Joseph P. Knight.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For Thou, O Lord, hast power to save.
I know Thou wilt not slight my call,
For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall.
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And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep;
And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds sweep over the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath
Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death,
In ocean cave still safe with Thee,
The germ of immortality.
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