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!

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, rasie the song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!