The cattle are lowing, the
poor baby wakes.
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky.
And stay by my cradle till morning is night.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I
ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care.
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.