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 Jesus, no crying He makes; 
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, 
look down from the sky 
And stay by my cradle til 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.