Hymnal 108
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 babyawakes, but little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus!  Look down from the sky, and stay by my cradle till morning is high.
3 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 takes us to heaven, to live with Thee there.