What child is this, who laid to rest On Mary's lap this evening? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing This, this, who breathed in love, Ababed the Son of Mary? Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ants are feeding? Good Christian, fear, for sinners fear The silent Word is pleading Hail, spear shall pierce Him through The cross He bore for me, for you Hail, hail the worthy 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 a song 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