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 donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
the cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
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 a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.
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- Another Country
- Time
- Merry Christmas, Baby
- Miscellaneous
- Fly Me To The Moon...The Great American Songbook Vol. V
- Soulbook
- Thanks For The Memory: The Great American Songbook 4
- As Time Goes By: the Great American Songbook 2
- Human
- Vagabond Heart
- Out Of Order
- Every Beat Of My Heart
- Camouflage
- Body Wishes
- Foolish Behaviour
- Blondes Have More Fun
- Foot Loose & Fancy Free
- A Night On The Town
- Atlantic Crossing
- Smiler