Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Infant holy, infant lowly
For His bed, a cattle stall
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ the babe is Lord of all

Swift are winging angels singing
Noels ringing, tidings bringing
Christ the babe is Lord of all

Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
Vigil 'til the morning new
Saw the glory, heard the story
Tidings of a gospel true

Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow
Praises voicing, greet the morrow
Christ the babe was born for you