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

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant 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
The Babe, the Son of Mary, Mary

[Spoken]
Kristyn: And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them
And the glory of the Lord shone round about them
And they were sore afraid
Kelsi: And the angel said unto them Fear not:
For, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day
in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord
Kassidy: And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of heavenly host
Praising God, and saying Glory to God in the highest, and on earth
peace, good will toward men