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.
Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear:
for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, 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!
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!
Mary, Mary, Mary...
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