What child is this, who, lay to rest,
on Mary's lap, is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
while shepards watch are keeping
Chorus
This, this is Christ the King
whom shepards 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 ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear; for sinners
here the silent Word is pleading
Chorus
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh come,
peaseant, King, to own him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
let loving hearts enthrone Him
Chorus
