What child is this

Who lay to rest

On Mary's lap is sleeping

Whom angels greet with anthemsweet

While shepards watch our keeping

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepards gaurd and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring him love

The Babe, the son of Mary



Hooah, hoaah

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



So bring him incense, gold and myrrh

Come peasant King to own him

The King of kings

Salvation brings

Let loving hearts enthrone him

Praise, praise the Son on high

The Virgin sings her lullaby

Joy, joy, for Christ is born

The babe, the Son of Mary

The babe, the Son of Mary (Mary)



Hoah, Hoah, Hoah



SPOKEN: And lo the angel of the Lord came upon them

And the glory of the Lord shown round about them

And they were so afraid

And the angel said unto them

"Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy

Which shall be to all people

For unto you is born this day in the city of David

A Savior which is Christ the Lord

And this shall be a sign unto you

You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger"

And suddenly there was with the angel

A multitude of heavenly hosts

Priasing God and saying "Glory to God in the highest (Glory to God in the highest)"

And on Earth, peace, goodwill toward men