Infant holy, infant lowly

For His bed a cattle stall

Oxen lowing, little knowing

Christ, the child is Lord of all.

Swiftly winging, angels singing

Bells are ringing, tidings bringing

Christ, the child 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 child was born for you!

Christ, the child was born for you!

Today’s Christmas Gift!

_{Text:  Edith M. G. Reed, 1921}