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 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 cradle

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.