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