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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 lord 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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Sweet bells they ring, they ring out the news today, |
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That Christ was born, was born on Christmas day, |
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Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay |
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Close by me for ever and love me, I pray. |
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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. |
