What Child is this <br /> <br />What Child is this who, laid to rest <br />On Mary's lap is sleeping? <br />Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, <br />While shepherds watch are keeping? <br /> <br />This, this is Christ the King, <br />Whom shepherds guard and angels sing. <br />Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, <br />The Babe, the Son of Mary. <br /> <br />Why lies He in such mean estate, <br />Where ox and ass are feeding? <br />Good Christians, fear, for sinners here <br />The silent Word is pleading. <br /> <br />Nails, spear shall pierce Him through, <br />The cross be borne for me, for you. <br />Hail, hail the Word made flesh, <br />The Babe, the Son of Mary. <br /> <br />So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, <br />Come peasant, king to own Him; <br />The King of kings salvation brings, <br />Let loving hearts enthrone Him. <br /> <br />Raise, raise a song on high, <br />The virgin sings her lullaby. <br />Joy, joy for Christ is born, <br />The Babe, the Son of Mary.
