1.A-way in a man-ger, no crib for a bed, The lit-tle Lord Je-sus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The lit-tle Lord Je-sus, a-sleep on the hay.
2.The cat-tle are low-ing, the Ba-by a-wakes, But lit-tle Lord Je-sus no cry-ing He makes, I love Thee, Lord Je-sus, look down from the sky, And stay by my cra-dle till morn-ing is nigh.
3.Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me for-ev-er, and love me, I pray, Bless all the dear chil-dren in Thy ten-der care, And fit us for heav-en, to live with Thee there.