What child is this who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping
Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding
Good Christian fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe, the Son of Mary
Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The babe, the son of Mary
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, come king to own Him
The King of kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Raise, raise the song on high For the virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born The babe, the Son of Mary
