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.
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.