The Porter’s Gate
Infant Holy, Infant Lowly
[Verse 1]
Infant holy, infant lowly
Heaven's highest love come down
For the poor You left Your glory
And You laid aside Your crown
Weak and helpless, here You slumber
In a stable with Your mother
As the shepherds gather 'round
Do they know You've left Your crown?
[Verse 2]
Infant holy, infant lowly
You who once held Heaven's power
Now You lie here, cold and hungry
In the silent midnight hour
With Your parents wrapped in worry
Still exhausted from their journey
You were helplеss in that hour
Yet You set aside Your powеr
[Verse 3]
Infant holy, infant lowly
King of kings and Lord of lords
You have come to us with nothing
As the poorest of the poor
So we come to You in wonder
See You helpless as You slumber
As we lay our gifts before
Christ the Savior, weak and poor