| 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,
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.
Raise, raise the song on
high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of
Mary! |
