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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus lay 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 baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
Glory to God
by Michael Bedford
Glory to God
Glory to God
Glory to God for Christ is born!
Glory to God
Glory to God
Glory to God in the highest!
Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth
So the angels sang.
Peace on Earth
Peace on Earth
Peace, goodwill to all.
Glory to God
Glory to God
Glory to God for Christ is born!
Glory to God
Glory to God
Glory to God in the highest!
Glory to God in the highest!