Medley

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

Ooh

Little Lord Jesus

Child in the manger, infant of Mary

Outcast and stranger, Lord of all

Child who inherits all our transgressions

All our demerits on Him fall

Once the most holy Child of salvation

Gently and lowly lived below

Now, as our glorious, mighty Redeemer

See Him victorious o'er each foe

Prophets foretold Him, infant of wonder

Angels behold Him on His throne

Worthy our Savior of all our praises

Happy forever are His own