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 sinner here
The silent Word is pleading
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through
The Cross he borne 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 salvations brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
This, this, is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud
The babe, the Son of Mary