| Lyrics: | 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
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Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him praise
The babe,
the son of mary
He lies in such a lowly place
Where ox and ass are feeding
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The end of fear for all who hear
The silent word is speaking
This, this is
christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him
praise
The babe, the son of mary
So bring him incense,
Gold and
myrrh,
Come peasant king to love 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 praise
The babe, the son of mary
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Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy for christ
is born,
The babe, the son of mary. |
