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.

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MIDI and info from The Cyber Hymnal

Words: Polish carol; translated by Edith Margaret
Gellibrand Reed, 1925.

Music: "W Zlobie Lezy," Polish carol; arranged by
Edith M. G. Reed, 1926