1. Infant holy, infant lowly For his bed a cattle stall Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the babe is Lord of all Swiftly winging, angels singing Bells are ringing, tidings bringing Christ the babe is Lord of all
2. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping Vigil ‘til 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
3. Stars were gleaming, shepeherds dreaming And the night was dark and chill Angel’s story rang with glory Shepherds heard it on the hill Ah, that singing, hear it ringing Earthward winging, Christmas bringing Hearken! We can hear it still