Nan MacMillan - What Child Is This lyrics

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 Nails, spears shall pierce Him through The cross He bore for me, for you Hail, hail the word made flesh The babe, the Son of Mary