Like a Cradle Rocking

1 Like a cradle rocking, rocking,
⁠Silent, peaceful, to and fro,
Like a mother’s sweet looks dropping
⁠On the little face below,
Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning,
⁠Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow;
Falls the light of God’s face bending
⁠Down and watching us below.

2 And as feeble babes that suffer,
⁠Toss and cry, and will not rest,
Are the ones the tender mother
⁠Holds the closest, loves the best,
So when we are weak and wretched,
⁠By our sins weighed down, distressed,
Then it is that God’s great patience
⁠Holds us closest, loves us best.

3 O great Heart of God! whose loving
⁠Cannot hindered be nor crossed;
Will not weary, will not even
⁠In our death itself be lost—
Love divine! of such great loving,
⁠Only mothers know the cost—
Cost of love, which all love passing,
⁠Gave a Son to save the lost.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15456

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