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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, |
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The little |
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Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. |
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The stars in the sky looked down where he lay, |
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The little |
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Lord Jesus asleep in the hay. |
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The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, |
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But little |
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Lord Jesus no crying he makes. |
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I love Thee, |
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Lord Jesus, look down from the sky |
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And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh. |
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Be near me, |
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Lord Jesus, |
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I ask Thee to stay |
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Close by me forever, and love me, |
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I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, |
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And take us to heaven, to live with |
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Thee there. |
