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
Nails and spear shall pierce Him through The cross be borne for me, for you Hail, hail the Word made flesh 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
We will stand in awe until we finally fall Glory fills this place Every promise [Incomprehensible] on His face Glory [Incomprehensible]
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, the Babe, the Son The Babe, the Son of Mary