Sufjan Stevens - What Child Is This Anyway? lyrics

What child is this who lays 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 love The Babe, the Son of Mary Why lies he in such mean estate, Where ox and a** are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading Nails, spear shall pierce Him through, The cross be borne for me, for 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.