Written by: M. Luther
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Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
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The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head
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The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
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The little Lord Jesus
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asleep on the hay.
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The cattle are lowing,
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the baby awakes,
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But little Lord Jesus
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no crying He makes;
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I love thee, Lord Jesus,
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look down from the sky
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And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh
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Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
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Close by me forever and love me, I pray!
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Bless all the dear children in thy tender care
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And take us to heaven
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to live with thee there.
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Away In A Manger
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| Billy Gilman |
