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 cradle till mornight 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.