(Traditional)
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay
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 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
side 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 lay

down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, the little Lord
Jesus asleep on the hay.