What child is this who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch our 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

Where lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and lamb are feeding?
Good Christians fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

Nails, nails shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me and you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, come king to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise a song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary, ooh, ooh