Infant Holy, Infant Lowly    Polish Carol      E.M.G. Reed (English)

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.  
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.