Away in a manger

No crib for His head

The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet headThe stars in the heavens 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 ′til morning is high

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

And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there