Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Infant holy,Infant lowly,For His bed a cattle stall;Oxen lowing,Little knowingChrist the Babe is Lord of all.Swift are wingingAngels singing,Nowells ringing,Tidings bringing,Christ the Babe is Lord of all.

Flocks were sleeping:Shepherds keepingVigil till the morning newSaw the glory,Heard the story,Tidings of a gospel true.Thus rejoicing,Free from sorrow,Praises voicingGreet the morrow,Christ the Babe was born for you.