Away In a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the heavens looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing; The poor Baby wakes
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.
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there.