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 sky
looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus
asleep in 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 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 Thee there.