1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
the stars in the heavens 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.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #111
|First Line:||Away in a manger, no crib for a bed|
|Title:||Away in a Manger|
|Author (st. 1-2):||Anonymous (1885)|
|Author (v. 3, attr.):||John T. McFarland (1892)|
|Author (attributed to):||Martin Luther|