When a child is little, 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. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, A pheasant king to own Him, The King of kings salvation brings, Then loving hearts enthrone Him. Praise, praise the Son of High, The Virgin sings her lullaby, Joy, joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary. When a child is little, 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. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing, Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary.