It has come to that time of year again - the world sometimes never thinks about Jesus but may at this time. I personally believe we shouldn't reserve this story for only this time but instead, all through the year! It is a marvellous story for every day.
To think that the Lord of all came down and became a poor, humble baby in a stable is more than our heads can comprehend. May we appreciate this sacrifice as the first of many He gave to save us.
Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping
Vigil till the morning new;
Saw the glory, heard the story,
Tidings of the 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.