Away in a manger, no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head

The stars in the sky look down where He lay

The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

 

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes

The 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 fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there

 

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed

The little Lord Jesus, lay down His sweet head

Lord of all creation, lay down His sweet head

The Savior of the nation, lay down His sweet head