Away in a Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head;
The stars in the heavens looked down where he lay,
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 fit us for heaven to live with thee there.
Text: Anon., ca. 1883, Philadelphia
Music: William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838–1921; harmonized by Rosalee Elser, b. 1925. © 1980 Rosalee Elser. Used by permission. Making copies for one-time noncommercial church or home use is permitted.