Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Lay 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 awake,
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 fit us for Heaven,
to live with Thee there.