Away in a manger no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesusu no crying He makes,
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky,
And stay by my cradle till merning is nigh.

Be near me, Loard Jesusu, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray ;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.