What Child Is This Lyrics

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 praise
The babe, the son of Mary

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Come, have no fear, God's Son is here
His love all loves exceeding

Nails, spears shall pierce him through
The cross he bore for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
All tongues and peoples, own him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let every heart enthrone him

Raise, raise this song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
(This, this is Christ the King)
This, this is Christ the King
(This, this is Christ the King)
This, this is Christ the King
(This, this is Christ the King)
This, this is Christ the King
(This, this is Christ the King)
The babe, the son of Mary