Far Off in a Trough

Judith, Creative Commons

Judith, Creative Commons

Far off in a trough, no crib for a bed,
The wee young God man lay down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay,
The wee young God man sound sleeps on the hay.

The cows start a low moo, the babe He soon wakes
But God’s love gift to us, no cry does He make.
I love Thee, my sweet King, look down from the sky.
And stay by my bed ’til the morn is nigh.

Be near me my good Lord, I ask You to stay
Close by me for all time, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear young ones in your peace and care,
And fit us for Your home, to live with you there.

Can you guess the task?