What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds match 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

So bring him incence, 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

Oh...

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...

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