Welcome!  Hymns have been and continue to be a real source of inspiration to me.  My desire in this blog is to share special hymns with my readers hoping that the words will minister to them, especially in times of great personal need.  If one of these hymns ministers to you, please take time to leave a comment so that I know that my blog is helping others as much as it helps me. Sometimes I will also provide a link where you can go to hear the hymn played.  So, please join me here each week and sing along as we praise God together.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY


I love the Christmas season. But with all the presents to buy, parties to plan, and trees to decorate, the Christmas season seems to fly quickly by. And soon we will realize that Christmas has passed once again. And so often a feeling of sadness creeps in as we put the Christmas decorations away for another year. Yet Christmas gives us a reason to celebrate all year long. A Savior has been born! And because of that, we have a hope that no Christmas tree or party could ever give us. Through the familiar words of "Infant Holy, Infant Lowly," we can remember to rejoice, even after Christmas day has passed. For after recounting the story of Jesus' birth, the carol encourages us, "Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow, Praises voicing, greet the morrow."  We need not let disappointment creep in after Christmas. Instead, we can keep rejoicing, free from sorrow, because our Savior has set us free from sin. And as the carol joyfully proclaims, "Christ, the Babe, was born for you!"  The carol is based on a traditional Polish Christmas carol which was translated to English by Edith M. G. Reed.  It is a very simple, short carol, but it conveys the special reminder that Christ did all this for us.  So as we enter another Christmas season may we daily personalize and celebrate this special message - Christ the Babe was born for you.

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.

Listen to it here.   LISTEN

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