| Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
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| The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
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| The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay
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| The little boy Jesus asleep on the hay
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| The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
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| But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
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| I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
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| And stay by my side till morning is nigh
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| Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
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| And take us to Heaven to live with Thee there
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| Sweet bells they ring, they ring out the news
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| That Christ was born, was born on Christmas Day
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| That Christ was born, was born on Christmas day |