I wish all of you a wonderful, special, merry Christmas.
May the love our Savior showed in leaving heaven's splendor to come to earth, live a righteous life in our place, die for our sins, and rise again
fill your hearts and draw you to Him.
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.
Traditional carol, translated from Polish to English by Edith M. Reed, 1921.
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