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? So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant, king, to own Him The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him 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 raise, raise a song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Oh joy, oh joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary This, this is 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? The end of fear for all who hear A silent Word is speaking This, this is Christ the King (ooh) Whom shepherds guard and angels sing (ooh) Haste, haste to bring Him laud (ooh) The Babe, the Son of Mary (ooh) Nails, fierce shall pierce Him through The cross He'll bear for me and you Hail, hail the Word made flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son