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!
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!
Christ, the Babe, was born for you!
unknown, translated by Edith M. G. Reed, 1921
Read Luke 2:1-20
(Infant holy, infant lowly is a Polish carol that dates to the 13th or 14th century. However, it wasn’t translated into English until the beginning of the 20th century in a kind of “rediscovery” of the song. Perhaps we can take that as an example to “rediscover” that Christ, the Babe, is Lord of all. All our circumstances and situations fall under His Lordship. Just as He engineered the circumstances and timing of His birth, He is overseeing our lives. Glory to God in the Highest!)