Infant Holy, Infant Lowly Piotr Skarga
(translated to English by Edith Margaret Gellibrand Reed)
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;
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!
High above us, God who loves us
Sends His son to save us all
Stature growing, wisdom knowing
Full obedience to his call
Born in weakness, wondrous mystery
God eternal enters history
Christ the babe is Lord of all!
Christ the babe is Lord of all!
(NOTE that my book only showed 2 verses, so that is what I had recorded.)
Amen!