Songtexte Medley - Michael W. Smith

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