Most sources say that this translation was made in 1920 or 1921 by English organist and playwright Edith Margaret Gellibrand Reed (1885-1933).
Contemporary worship music group The Porter's Gate (viz Kate Bluett, Isaac Wardell, and Paul Zach), have also written a completely different set of words, with similar themes, which are set to the same tune.
With meter 8.7.7.8.8.7.7, it is set to a traditional Polish mazurka tune, W ZLOBIE LEZY - composer unknown.
With meter 8.7.7.8.8.7.7, it is set to a traditional Polish mazurka tune, W ZLOBIE LEZY - composer unknown.
Downloads
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Contemporary setting - solo male singer with rhythm and guitar backing, professional recording
Male voice choir, with very light organ support
Unaccompanied trio with barbershop-style close harmonies
Lyrics
Original English-language version
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, noëls 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.
Oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing, noëls 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.
Porter's Gate version
This is a rough outline only - the full version is available on this website.
Infant holy, infant lowly, Heaven’s highest love come down
For the poor you left your glory .. Do they know you’ve left your crown.
Infant holy, infant lowly, you who once held Heaven’s power ...
Infant holy, infant lowly, king of kings and lord of lords ...




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