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.
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 tomorrow:
Christ, the babe, was born for you.
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.
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing;
Christ, the babe, is Lord of all.
Christ, the babe, is Lord of all.
Christ, the babe, is Lord of all.
Lord of all.
Singers: Bonnie McMaken, Johannah Swank, and Marissa Cunningham | Words: translated by Edith M. Reed, 1921 | Music: W Zlobie Lezy, Polish carol; arranged by Edith M. Reed