127   Infant Holy Infant Lowly




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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.

[2]
Flocks were sleeping shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new;
Saw the glory heard the story
Tidings of the 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.