Away in a Manger 

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.

Be near me Lord Jesus,

I ask thee to stay,

Close by me for ever

And love me I pray.

Bless all the dear children

In thy tender care,

And fit us for heaven,

To live with thee there.