The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes,
the poor Baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus,no crying He makes; I love Thee, Lord Jesus,look down from the sky
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,look down from the sky
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.
And take us to heaven,to Live with Thee there.









 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
