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.