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 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.