Away In A Manger, No Crib For His 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.

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.

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.

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