Monday, December 16, 2013


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 in the hay.

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 my bedside
Till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask you to stay
Close by me forever,
And love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children
In your tender care.
And fit us for heaven,
To live with you there.

by Martin Luther 

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