Cara Dillon - Infant Holy, Infant Lowly lyrics

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.