Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweethead
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep 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 bedside 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 lift us for heaven, to live with thee there