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 Babе, the Son of Mary

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
Comе, peasant, king, to own him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him

Raise, raise the song on high
The Virgin sing her lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary