The Joy of Christmas: Infant Holy

This one might be more familiar to some.

1. 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!

2. 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!

from the Polish,

E M G Reed (1885-1933)