Infant 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.
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 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:
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 Christ the babe was born for you.
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:41
Key
2
Tempo
95 BPM

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