Away in a manger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The 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
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
Away in a manger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay