Away in a Manger Michael W. Smith

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sweet head
The stars in the sky
Look down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing
Poor baby awakes
The little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love the Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my craddle
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
From thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with thee there.

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