Away In A Manger

John Thomas McFarland
James R. Murray


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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,  asleep on the hay.


The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes,   
But little Lord Jesus,  no crying He makes;   
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,  look down from the sky  
And stay by my cradle 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 in Thy tender care   
And take us to heaven, to Live with Thee there.