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? Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners near 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 Raise, raise a song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud The babe, the son of Mary The babe, the son of Mary