Away in a Manger

Away in a man­ger

No crib for a bed

The lit­tle Lord Je­sus

Laid 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 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 fit us for Heav­en

To live with Thee there.