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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 sky look 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 poor baby wakes |
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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 cradle till morning is nigh |
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Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay |
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Close by me forever 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. |
