Meeting Benches World art in all forms
INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY
Infant holy, 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!
