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 ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

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

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The babe, the son of Mary
Nails and spear shall pierce Him through
The cross be born for me, for you
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and lamb are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading