| Lyrics: | What Child is this Who, laid to rest
On Marys 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.
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant, king, to own Him;
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, oh.
This, This -- This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and
angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary, oh...
The Son
of Mary, mmm-hmm, oh, ohh.... |
