Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
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11.11.11.11. 1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. 2 The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes, But 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. 3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care, And fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there. John Thomas B. Monsell John Samuel McFarland