Away in a manger, No crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus, Lay down his sweet head.

The stars in the bright 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.