Away
in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The
little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
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 cradle til morning is nigh. (or: And stay by my side until 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
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