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 The Babe, the Son of Mary



Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass 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 incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant, come 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