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 lord
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
The Babe, the Son of Mary