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.
Reader Comments (2)
So beautiful.
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!)