Infant holy, infant lowly

Infant holy, infant lowly,
for his bed a cattle stall
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ, the babe, came for us all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
noels ringing, tidings bringing;
Chirst, the babe, came for us 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.

Music: W Zlobie Lezy Polish carol
Words: Polish carol
Sequence: Cathouse Pandemonium, Ltd.