| Infant holy, infant lowly
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| For His bed a cattle stall
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| Oxen lowing, little knowing
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| Christ, the babe is Lord of all
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| Swift are winging, angels singing
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| Noels ringing, tidings bringing
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| Christ, the babe is Lord of all
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| Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
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| Vigil till the morning new
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| Saw the glory, heard the story
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| Tidings of a gospel true
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| Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow
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| Praises voicing greet the morrow
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| Christ, the babe was born for you
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| Christ, the babe was born for you
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| Stars were gleaming, shepherds dreaming
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| Oh, the night was dark and chill
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| Angels' story, manger glory
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| Shepherds heard it on the hill
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| Ah, that singing, hear it ringing
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| Earthward winging, praises bringing
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| Christ, the babe was born for you
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| Christ, the babe was born for you
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| Christ, the babe was born for you |