Away in a manger, No crib for a 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 awakes;
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 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 three there