What Child Is This

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 Christians, 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.
 Oh! the son of Mary
 Sheppers watch, angels sing
 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.
 The babe, the son of Mary.
 The babe, the son of Mary.