Sunday's Hymn: Infant Holy, Infant Lowly

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.

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.

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

• Update: While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks at Rosemary at Home
• Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming at Jam and Books
• All My Heart This Night Rejoices at Hiraeth
• Jesus, Your Name at Daily On My Way to Heaven
• All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name at Whatever Things
• Joy Bells Are Ringing at The Happy Wonderer
• While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks by Night at Fieldstone Cottage
• Behold! The Grace Appears at Tried With Fire 
• Lord’s Day 51, 2011 at The Thirsty Theologian
• Voices From the Past - December 18, 2011
• Update: Your Weekly Dose of Spurgeon at Pyromaniacs: Have a Merry Christmas

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list. 

Comments

[rosemary]

So beautiful.

[Scott McClare]

Very nice. We had our annual Christmas cantata at church this evening, and one medley included the first verse. (Being a bass singer, I love the bass line!)