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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 alseep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
The little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
I love thee Lord Jesus, look down from the sky,
And stay by my bedside, till morning is night.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay
Close by me for ever, and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children, in thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven to live with Thee there.
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