Away in a manger,No crib for a bed,The little Lord JesusLaid down his sweet head.The stars in the skyLooked down where he lay—The little Lord JesusAsleep on the hay.The cattle are lowing,The poor baby wakes,But little Lord JesusNo crying he makes.I love thee, Lord Jesus;Look down from the sky,And stay by my cradleTo watch Lullaby.—Luther’s Cradle Hymn.
Away in a manger,No crib for a bed,The little Lord JesusLaid down his sweet head.The stars in the skyLooked down where he lay—The little Lord JesusAsleep on the hay.The cattle are lowing,The poor baby wakes,But little Lord JesusNo crying he makes.I love thee, Lord Jesus;Look down from the sky,And stay by my cradleTo watch Lullaby.—Luther’s Cradle Hymn.
Away in a manger,No crib for a bed,The little Lord JesusLaid down his sweet head.The stars in the skyLooked down where he lay—The little Lord JesusAsleep on the hay.The cattle are lowing,The poor baby wakes,But little Lord JesusNo crying he makes.I love thee, Lord Jesus;Look down from the sky,And stay by my cradleTo watch Lullaby.—Luther’s Cradle Hymn.
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.