Michael W. Smith - Away In A Manger
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
Child in the manger, infant of Mary
Outcast and stranger, Lord of all
Child who inherits
All our transgressions
All our demands on Him fall.
Once the most holy
Child of salvation
Gently and lowly
Now as 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 your praises
Happy forever
Are His own