No crib for
His bed
The little
Lord Jesus
Laid down His
sweet head
The stars in
the bright sky
Looked down
where He lay
The little
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the
hay
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
side,
'Til morning
is nigh.
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 ■
