Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

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,
Noels ringing, Tidings bringing:
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.

2. Flocks were sleeping, Shepherds keeping
vigil till the morning new
Saw the glory, heard the story,
tiding of a gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the Babe was born for you.


 

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus

The Angel Gabriel

Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Angels, From the Realms of Glory

Rise Up, Shepherds, and Follow

Away in a Manger

Rocking Carol

The Sussex Carol

Torches