[D] Away in a manger, No [D] crib for a [G] bed,
The [G] little Lord [D] Jesus, Lay [Em] down his sweet [A] head.
The [D] stars in the bright sky, Looked [D] down where he [G] lay
The [G] little Lord [D] Jesus, [A7] Asleep on the [D] 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, 'Til morning is Nigh.
Be near me Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay,
Close by me for ever, And love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children, In thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, To live with thee there.
