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 bedside 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 fit us for heaven to live with thee there.

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