The Child is this who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with an anthem 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 Nails and spears shall pierce Him through The cross be born for me, for you Hail, hail the Word made flesh 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 So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come, peasant king, to honor The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him 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 The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary