Away In A Manger

Away in a manger,

no crib for His bed,

The little Lord Jesus

lay down his sweet head.

The stars in the 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 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.