Christmas Hymns #11 - Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

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.

At His trial people mocked Him, "Crucify Him!" loud they cried;

Led Him to a cruel cross where for our sins He bled and died.

Son of God so meek and lowly, Son of God so pure and holy,

Was God's perfect sacrifice, was God's perfect sacrifice.

In a borrowed tomb they laid Him, rolled a stone to seal the door
But death could not hold the Savior and He lives forevermore!
Now ascended to the Father, soon His children He will gather.
Risen Lord and coming King!  Risen Lord and coming King!

(Traditional Polish carol; verses 1 and 2;

verses 3 and 4 by Cherie Cheramie)