Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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?
[Verse 2]
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
[Verse 3]
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians fear for sinners here
The silent word is pleading
[Verse 4]
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
[Verse 5]
What child is this
[Verse 6]
So, bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
A peasant's King, to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
[Verse 7]
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary
[Verse 8]
What child is this
Written by: Thomas Hewitt Jones, William Chatterton Dix