‘Infant Holy, Infant Lowly’

Merry CHRISTmas! Please take special note of the last line of this Polish carol, “Infant Holy, Infant Lowly,” paraphrased by Edith G.M. Reed. The Gift of CHRISTmas was sent for YOU!

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,
Nowells 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!