... ... What child is this who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? Why lies he in such mean a state Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians fear for sinners here The silent world is bleeding This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Praise, thanks to bring him God 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 Praise, praise the song on high The Virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary Praise, praise the 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 Of Mary