What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap a sleeping
Who angels greet with voices sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping

This, this is Christ the king
Who shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him praise
The son the babe of Mary

So bring him incense gold and myrrh
Come peasant king to praise Him
The king of kings a glory brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise the song on high
Let singing fill the earth and sky
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe the son of Mary