Infant Holy, Infant Lowly - Cara Dillon

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

Christ, the babe was born for you

Stars were 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