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.
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 a song on joyful wing,
Let all with heart and voice draw near;
The Child of heaven, for us is given,
To save us all from error.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.