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 is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
From our hearts our praises ring
To the Babe, the Son of Mary!
Oh......raise the song on high
As mother sings her lullaby:
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant king to own Him,
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.