Allison Crowe - What Child Is This | Текст песни

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What child is this,
Who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthem sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

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.

Raise, raise, the song on high,
His mother sings her lullaby:
Joy joy for Christ is born,
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.

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