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
Nowells ringing, tidings bringing
Christ the Babe is Lord of all
Christ the Babe is Lord of all
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!
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!