Infant Holy, Infant Lowly - lyrics
Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
1. 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.
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.
Words: Polish carol; trans. by Edith M. G. Reed, 1925 (Lk. 2:6-20)
Music: Polish carol; arr. by Edith M. G. Reed, 1926
`Luke 2:6-20
