What Child Is This

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 praise

The Babe, the Son of Mary!

Why lies He in such mean estate

Where ox and ** are feeding?

Come, have no fear;

God’s son is here

His love all loves exceeding

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through

The Cross He bore for me, for you

Hail, hail, the Saviour comes

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

While Mary sings a lullaby

Joy, joy, for Christ is born

The Babe, the Son of Mary!