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 a** are feeding?
Good Christians, 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
Raise, raise a song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby;
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe, the son of Mary