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 are 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 Stars are gleaming, shepherds dreaming Oh, the night was dark and chill Angels' story, manger glory Shepherds heard it on the hill Ah, that singing! hear it ringing Earthward winging, praises bringing Christ the babe was born for you Christ the babe was born for you Christ the babe was born for you