Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What child is this
Who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet
With anthem's sweet
While shepherd's watch are keeping
[Verse 2]
Why lay here in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding
Good Christians fear for sinners here
The silent world is pleading
[Verse 3]
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds call and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the Son of Mary
[Verse 4]
So bring Him incense
Gold and myrrh
Come peasant King to own Him
The King of King's salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
[Verse 5]
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
The babe, the Son of Mary
Written by: Thomas Hewitt Jones, William Chatterton Dix
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