The cattle are lowing,
The poor Babe awakes,
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 nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me foever
And love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care,
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there.
