Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
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, bells are ringing, tidings bringing;
Christ the Babe, is Lord of all.
VERSE 2
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping vigils 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 all.
