Away in a Manger

Oh, we're in a major no-crip for His men. The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head. The stars in the heavens look down where he lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hill.

The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes, but little The Lord Jesus, no crying, he makes. I love the Lord Jesus, look down from the sky, and stay by my side, till morning is night.

O O O, O O, O O, O, O, O, Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay, Don't buy me forever and love me, I pray, bless all the dear children in thy tender care and take us to heaven to live with me there