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