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 is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him Lord
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

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, king to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise, the song on high
The Virgin sings her lullaby
Joy joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary!