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,
noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the Babe is Lord of all!
Christ the Babe is Lord of all!
2 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!
Christ the Babe was born for you!
