  Away in a manger, No crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus Laid 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 To watch Lullaby. —Luther’s Cradle Hymn. |
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