What child is this, who, laid to rest

On Mary's lap was 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 lamb 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 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.