What Child is This

What child is this

Who laid to rest

On Mary's lap is sleeping

Whom angels greet

With anthem's sweet

While shepherd's watch are keeping

Why lay here in such mean estate

Where ox and ass are feeding

Good Christians fear for sinners here

The silent world is pleading

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds call and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring Him laud

The babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense

Gold and myrrh

Come peasant King to own Him

The King of King's salvation brings

Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Nails, spears shall pierce Him through

The cross He bore for me, for you

Hail, hail the word made flesh

The babe, the Son of Mary

The babe, the Son of Mary