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 laud The babe, the son of Mary Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and donkeys are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading Nails, spears shall pierce him through the cross he bore 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 a song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The babe, the Son of Mary This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring Him laud The babe, the son of Mary