Ninna-Nanne of the Virgin

🌙 "Ninna-Nanne of the Virgin" is a deeply moving lullaby sung by a mother to her beloved child. The song captures the profound love and sorrow of a mother who cradles her child in her arms, soothing him to sleep while knowing that the future will be filled with pain and sacrifice. It's a song of love, acceptance, and the heartbreaking reality of the cycle of life and death. As the mother sings, she not only comforts her son, but also acknowledges the trials and torment he will one day face. A beautiful, timeless expression of motherhood and divine love. 🌟
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Full Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
The Virgin thus to Jesus did sing,
When cradled she soothed him to rest:
Sleep, my son, sleep,
Sleep, Jesu, my son,
Sleep, Jesu, my son!
How perfect thy form!
How sweet is thy mouth!
How golden thy hair!
How beauteous thy face!
My heart-beats are thine,
Sleep, oh, sleep soon!
Son, still so youthful and fair,
Light of my heart!
Thou seemest too chill.
Come hug tighter thy Mother,
Her heart is so warm;
Sleep, my son, sleep!
[Verse 2]
When shepherds came seeking
Their gifts to display,
They offered thee all
With true love and devotion;
Sleep, ever sleep sweetly,
Jesu, my son!
To flesh thou dost turn,
In pure love for sinners;
Yet man, ungrateful and vile,
His sins doth ignore.
With mockery bold and perverse,
Ungrateful remains.
But, son of my love, heed it not!
Graceless man no tears may afford,
Thy Mother’s fond pity doth mark
Thy deep, true abasement on earth;
She weeps when others no cause can perceive.
Sleep, calmly sleep!
[Verse 3]
Son, beloved and revered,
Sleep free from torment or fear;
In days soon to come
Thy sufferings draw nigh;
’Tis thy lot to endure;
Sleep, holy one, sleep!
Oh! torments and woes will be mine
Of martyrdom, all but the death,
What day thy lips do proclaim:
Mother mine, my death is at hand.
In anguish I murmur a prayer,
Sleep, innocent, sleep!
[Verse 4]
Friends thought so true and devoted,
My son, will desert thee apace,
And grasp sordid gold
As the price of thy life.
How wilt thou it bear?
Sleep now, ever sleep!
Son, holy, beloved, and true,
Knowest thou the pains that await thee
When Pilate’s dark door thou shalt cross
Scourgings severe and uncounted
My soul foretells.
Sleep, loved one, sleep!
[Verse 5]
To thy cost and my woe,
Three nails shall transfix thee;
Feet and hands, sacred and dear,
To a hard cross must be strained.
What heartbreak then will be mine!
But, sleep, now sleep!
Why weepest thou, my sweet son?
Come tell thine own mother the cause;
Let her hear the loved voice,-
With thy mouth do but speak!
Why dream of tears and deep sobs?
Sleep soundly, son, sleep!
[Verse 6]
Let me weep and lament!
Sad and desolate, must I behold
Others condemn thee, my son,
Powerless, helpless, watch thee expire.
My heart bursts with sorrow and wailing,-
My son dead, ah, dead!
Then, when thou ’rt dead
They ’ll pierce thy white side.
In pain and grief I behold
The dread lance they employ;
But now slumber on yet for a while.
Sleep, beloved one, sleep!
[Verse 7]
O son, so tenderly loved,
For thee beats this heart!
Grant me that under my grief
Closed be thine eyelids and still!
This waiting is bitter to bear.
Sleep, Jesu, sleep!
[Verse 8]
Come, holy angels, come!
Sweet symphonies raise;
Sing Jesus to sleep
With your sweet songs!
And thou, Slumber, come, oh come!
Sleep, Jesu, my all, sleep!
[Verse 9]
Here comes sweet slumber at last
After tears have been shed;
His eyes are so weary
They’re closing apace.
Now my son sleeps,-
My God, yet my son!
Now I watch thee asleep;
I see those sweet eyes in repose,