#127Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

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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, Christ the babe is Lord of all.
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Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping Vigil till the morning new; Saw the glory, heard the story, Tidings of the 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.

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Scripture References:

Luke 2:8-20

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