| Lyrics: | What child is this, who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap was 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 lamb are feeding?
Good Christian,
fear, for sinners here
The silent word is pleading
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.
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. |
