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 Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
Nails, spear shall pierce him through
The cross he bore for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Raise, raise a song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
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 go to him now
The babe, the son of Mary
To worship the son of Mary
To be with the son of Mary