1. 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 laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary.
2. Why lies He in such mean estate,Where ox and ass are feeding?Good Christian, fear: for sinners hereThe 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!
3. 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!