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 side until
morning is nigh.
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.
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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 side until
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.
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