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. Peace, peace to all He brings, The Babe, the Son of Mary. While I see in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding, Good Christian fear for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Peace, peace to all He brings, The Babe, the Son of Mary. Peace, peace to all He brings, The Babe, the Son of Mary. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come, peasant king, to know Him. The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Peace, peace to all He brings, The Babe, the Son of Mary.