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 on the hay.
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.
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie,
Above they deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by,
Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light,
The hopes and fears of all the years, are met in thee tonight.
How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is giv'n,
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven,
No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.
Enters in.