(Traditional)      Away in a manger, no crib for his bed   The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head   The stars in the sky looked down where He lay   The little Lord Jesus   Asleep on the hay.    The cattle are lowing,   The poor baby wakes,   But little Lord Jesus   No crying He makes;   I love thee, Lord Jesus,   Look down from the sky      And stay by my cradle till mornight is nigh   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.