1. Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet
head;
The stars in the heavens looked down where
he lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
2. 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 morning is nigh.
3. 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.
Text: Anon., ca. 1883, Philadelphia
Music: William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838-1921
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