Away in the manger no crib for his bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the heavens looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus a sleep 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 fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.