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?
He lies in such a lowly place
Where ox and a** are feeding?
The end of fear for all who hear
The silent Word is speaking
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The babe, the son of Mary
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, King, to love 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 praise
The babe, the son of Mary
The babe, the son of Mary