All Believer Hymn Book
Hymn 485 INFANT HOLY Lyrics
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: Chris the Babe is Lord of all.
2. Flock were sleeping shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new,
Saw the glory, Heard the story,
Tiding of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, Free from sorrow,
Praises voicing Greet the morrow;
Christ the Babe was born for you.