Lyrics
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 Christians, 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
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 high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary
What Child is this who lay to rest
While shepherds watch are keeping