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 the Christ the King, whom shepherds guard
and angels
sing!
Haste, haste
to bring him
laud, 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!
king to own
him,
The
King of kings
salvation brings, let
loving hearts enthrone
hi,
Raise, raise
the song on
high! The Virgin
sings her lullaby.
Joy, Joy
for Christ is
born, the Babe,
the Son of
Mary!