[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.