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AWAY IN A MANGER
Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky
looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep
in 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.
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