Son of God, thou little child

O'er whose sleep the Virgin smiled,

Guard us, though this night be wild,

From Lilith—Lilith.

Guard us, though our watch be slack,

Guard us, though the night be black,

Though this night all stars should lack

From Lilith—Lilith.

Stay her steps from drawing nigh,

Kiss my baby lest he cry,

And she hear him, and he die

From Lilith—Lilith.

Son of God, thou little child

O'er whose sleep the Virgin smiled,

May his soul be unbeguiled

By Lilith—Lilith.