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.


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.


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.


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