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 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 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 incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant, come king to own Him The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him Raise, raise, the song on high The virgin sings Her lullaby Joy, Joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary This, this is Christ your King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, Haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary Ooh, born in a manger, laid in some hay They just didn't know who you were Ooh, You were born in a stable, so far away O, we just didn't know who You were Yes, sweet little Jesus, boy Sweet little Jesus, boy, ooh Didn't know who, who you were