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
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 careAnd take us to heaven,to Live with Thee there.
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