Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his wee head.
The one star in the heaven looked down where he lay,
And saw the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
I love you, Lord Jesus! Look down from on high
And stay by my bedside till morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus; I know you will stay
Close by me forever, and not go away.
Bless all of the children in your tender care,
And take us to heaven to live with you there.
by William J. Kirkpatrick (1895)