Away in a manger,

no crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus

laid down his sweet head.

The stars in the bright sky

look 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.

Away in a manger,

no crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus

laid down his sweet head.

The stars in the bright sky

look down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus

asleep in the hay.