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.
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 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.
|First Line:||Away in a manger, no crib for a bed|
|Title:||Away in a Manger|
|Author:||Anonymous (1885: st. 3, 1892, alt.)|
|Name:||AWAY IN A MANGER|
|Attributed to:||James R. Murray (1887)|