Infant holy, Infant lowly,
for his bed a cattle stall.
Oxen lowing, little knowing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swiftly winging, angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing;
// Christ the babe is Lord of all! //
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
vigil till 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! //
Infant holy, Infant lowly,
for his bed a cattle stall.
Oxen lowing, little knowing,
Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swiftly winging, angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing;
// Christ the babe is Lord of all! //