Away in a Manger

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 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.