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