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 till 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. |
