Music & Text: Polish Carol; English translation: Edith M. Reed
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 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!
