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 lives He in
Such mean estate
Where ox and ass
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 ofKings,
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!