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| Away In A Manger |
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| 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 |
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| The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes |
| But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes |
| I love you Lord Jesus, look down from the sky |
| And stay by me bed-side ‘till morning isnigh |
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| Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask you to stay |
| Close by me for ever, and love me, I pray |
| Bless all the dear children, in your tender care |
| And fit us for heaven, to live with you there |
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