Om
Om
Om Om
Child is this,
who laid to rest On
Mary's lap,
is sleeping
All
whom angels greet with anthems sweet While the good shepherds
watch are keeping
So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh Come,
peasant king,
to own him
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste,
haste,
to bring him love,
the babe,
the son of Mary
O raise,
O raise the song on high His mother sings her lullaby
Joy,
O joy, O Christ is born
The babe, and the son of Mary
