What child is this
Who lay 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 praise,
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 praise,
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 praise,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him praise,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.