Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

February, 2017

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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.