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 love The Babe, the Son of Mary Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Could Christian fear for sinners hear The silent Word is pleading? Nails, nails shall pierce Him through The cross be borne for me, for you Hail, hail the Word made flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary 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 psalm on high The Virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary