Lyrics

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 "?" are feeding? Good Christians, 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 laud 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