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 Nails and spear shall pierce Him through The cross be born for me, for you Hail, hail, the Word made flesh 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 Oh... 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 bring Him laud 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 The babe, the son of Mary The babe, the son of Mary