Lyrics
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with voices sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant king to praise Him
The King of kings, of glory brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Raise, raise the song on high
Let singing fill, the earth and sky
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary
What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with voices sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds watch and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary