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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
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