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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 and para. Edith M. G. Reed, 1925
MUSIC: Polish carol Harm. A. E. Rusbridge, (1917-1969)
Scripture: Luke 2:8
Theme: Christmas