A-way in a man-ger, no crib for a bed,
The lit-tle Lord Je-sus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The lit-tle Lord Je-sus, a-sleep on the hay.

Be near me, Lord Je-sus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me for-ever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear chil-dren in Thy ten-der care,
And fit us for Heav-en to live with Thee there.