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!

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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.

Attributed to Piotr Skarga

Paraphrased by Edith M. G. Reed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9LIs9d0TwM&list=RDL9LIs9d0TwM&start_radio=1

In this video there has been a third verse added by the arranger Elizabeth Alexander.