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Rock'd 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, |: And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rock'd in the cradle of the deep. :| |
And such the trust that still were mine, Tho' stormy winds swept o'er the brine; Or tho' the tempest's fiery breath Rous'd me from sleep to wreck and death, In Ocean cave still safe with Thee, The hope of immortality; |: And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rock'd in the cradle of the deep. :| |
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Written by Mrs Willard as she crossed the Atlantic on her way home from Europe in 1832, this song soon became a favourite maritime ballad in the setting by Joseph P. Knight. He was for a year a teacher of music in the school in Vermont run by Mrs Willard and it was then that he made his famous setting of her poem. Joseph Knight eventually returned to England and settled down as a clergyrnan in the parish of St Agnes in the Scilly Isles. Of his 200 or so songs, 'Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep' has survived as the best known. |
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