Away in a manger,
No crib for a bed
There’s no little baby
to rest His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down from above
and saw no Lord Jesus,
nor cradle of love
The cattle are lowing
The storms thunder in
But little Lord Jesus
Can’t save us from sin
I miss Thee, Lord Jesus
As I look to the sky
And know you’re not coming,
And for sin I must die.
Where are you, Lord Jesus,
I thought you’d appear
To be my dear Saviour
And always be near
But now the dear children
throughout this world’s lair
Cannot go to heaven
To live with Thee there
That is, IF Jesus Never
Came!
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