Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains
And mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria, in excelsis Deo

Away in a manger
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head

The stars in the heavens
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing
The poor baby wakes
But the little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes

I love thee Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side
Until morning is nigh

Come to Bethelem and see
Christ is born the angels sing
Come adorn on bended knee
Christ the Lord the new born King

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 take us to Heaven
to live with thee there
And take us to Heaven
To live with thee there

Away in a Manger
Away in a Manger