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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?
This, this is Christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Kings bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
The Nations bow before Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Raise, raise a song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Hail, hail the world made flesh
This Child, the Son of Mary
Who then is this on Zion's height
His flesh and blood He offers
His life released, Himself our feast
He dying, Death devours
Here in His death
The Word made flesh
In glory now appearing
For risen light has scattered night
The Holy One revealing
This, this is Christ the King
Yahweh, our God, our soul's longing
See, see, the Father's Name
In Christ, the Son of Mary