Mary J. Blige - 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? This, this is Christ, the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary Why lies He in Such mean estate Where ox and a** are feeding? Good Christian, fear: For sinners here The silent Word is pleading: Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through The Cross be borne, for me and you: Hail, hail the Word made flesh 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 the song on high The Virgin sings her lullaby: Joy, joy, for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary This is the Son of Mary