Knight

Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, 

 No crib for a bed,

 The little Lord Jesus, 

 Lay down his sweet head.

 The stars in the bright sky, 

 Looked down where he lay

 The little Lord Jesus, 

 Asleep on the hay.

 The cattle a-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 bedside, 

 '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.