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 tomorrow
Christ the babe was born for you
Christ the babe was born for you