(Traditional)



Away in a manger, no crib for his bed

The little Lord Jesus lay 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 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 mornight 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 take us to heaven to live with thee there.