What child is this, who laid to rest On Marys lap was sleeping Whom angels greet with anthem 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 lamb are feeding Good Christian 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
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe the Son of Mary (repeat) The babe the Son of Mary