- 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 in 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 til 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 take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.