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.



Flocks are 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.



Christ the babe was born for you.



Stars are gleaming, shepherds dreaming,

Oh, the night was dark and chill;

Angels' story, manger glory:

Shepherds heard it on the hill.

Ah, that singing! hear it ringing,

Earthward winging, praises bringing:

Christ the babe was born for you.

Christ the babe was born for you.

Christ the babe was born for you.