Away in a manger,.
no crib for a 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 baby 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 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.
