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Tuning: G C E A
[Verse 1]
AwaGy in a G7manger, no Ccrib for a Gbed, The littDle Lord D7Jesus, lay dCown his sweet hGead. The staGrs in the G7bright sky, looked Cdown where he Glay, The lD7ittle Lord GJesus, asCleep on D7the Ghay.
[Verse 2]
The Gcattle are G7lowing, the Cbaby aGwakes; But Dlittle Lord JD7esus, no crCying he mGakes. I Glove thee, Lord G7Jesus, look Cdown from the Gsky, And sD7tay by my bGedside, till Cmorning D7is nGigh.
[Verse 3]
Be Gnear me Lord G7Jesus, I Cask thee to Gstay, Close Dby me foD7rever, and lCove me I pGray. Bless Gall the dear G7children, in Cthy tender Gcare, And D7fit us for Gheaven, to Clive with D7thee Gthere.