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?

He lies in such a lowly place
Where ox and ass are feeding?
The end of fear for all who hear
The silent Word is speaking

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

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come, peasant, King, to love 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 praise
The babe, the son of Mary

The babe, the son of Mary