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

Lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding
Good Christian fear for sinners here
The silent word is creeding

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him light
The babe, the son of Mary

Nails, spears shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made Flesh
The babe, the son of Mary