What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and a** are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, King, to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary
Nails and spear shall pierce Him through
The cross be born for me, for you
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary