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?

Chorus
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him praise,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

He lies in such a lowly place
Where ox and ass are feeding
...for all who here
The silent Word is pleading.

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So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant king to love Him,
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

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