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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
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass 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 sing His praise
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 sing His praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
This child is Lord of all, rejoice
The Christ will save our souls, rejoice
The King of kings has come, rejoice
This child will save us
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to sing His praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Raise, raise the song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through
The cross He'll bear for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary