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 lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrth,
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 lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring him lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring him lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!