Away In A Manger
Away in a Manger, no crib for a bed,The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head;
The stars in the sky look down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing the poor 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 till morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me for ever and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven to live with thee there.