The Calvary Chancel Choir - Infant Holy 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 Angles singing, Noels 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.