What Child is this who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While the shpherds watch are keeping?
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh;
Come peasant, king to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom sheperds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
Raise, raise, the song on high,
His mother sings her lullaby;
Joy, joy, for Ghrist is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
What child is this?
What child is this?
What child is this?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom sheperds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
Oh Mary, oh Mary
The son of Mary
Oh Mary
Oh Mary
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