Lyrics

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, yeah Oh-ooh, mm So bring Him, incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant, king to own Him The King of Kings, salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him, oh This, This is Christ, the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary This, This is Christ, the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary O come, adore our King! "Glory in the highest, Glory in the highest!" Let all creation sing! "Glory in the highest, Glory in the highest!" O come, adore our King! "Glory in the highest, Glory in the highest!" Oh, let all creation sing! "Glory in the highest, Glory in the highest!" Hmm-mm Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Writer(s): Traditional (writer Unknown), Jonathan Smith, Phil Wickham, William Chatterton Dix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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