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 praise

The Babe, the Son of Mary





So bring him incense, gold and myrrh

Come peasant king to praise him

The king of kings all glory brings

Let loving hearth enthrone him





Raise, raise the song on high

Let praises fill the earth and sky

Joy, joy, The Christ is born

The Babe, the Son of Mary