Away in a manger, no crib for a 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 in the hay.

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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 cradle till morning is nigh

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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 take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.

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