(Martin LutherJonathan E. Spillman)

Away in a manger,

No crib for his 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 you, Lord Jesus!

Look down from the sky,

And stay by my cradle

Til morning is nigh.