1 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.
2 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 until morning is nigh.
3 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.
