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1
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

2
The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes.1
I love Thee, Lord Jesus! look down from the sky,
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

3
Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.