What child is this who 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

Why lies He in such mean estate

Where ox and a** are feeding

Good Christian fear for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading

Nails spear shall pierce him through

The cross be born for me for you

Hail hail the word made 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