1 Away in a manger, no crib for His 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.
2 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 morning is nigh.
Amen.
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First Line: | Away in a manger, no crib for His bed |
Title: | Away in a Manger, No Crib for His Bed |
Author: | Martin Luther |
Publication Date: | 1937 |