INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY
"She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and
placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn."
Luke 2:7
Words: Polish carol; translated by Edith Margaret Gellibrand Reed,
1925.
Music: "W Zlobie Lezy," Polish carol; arranged by Edith M. G. Reed,
1926.
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.
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.