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.
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.
Close by me forever, and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,
And take us to heaven to live with Thee there.
Away in a manger no crib for a bed...
