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
Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleasing
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 Son of Mary
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