What child is this, who, laid to restOn Mary's lap is sleeping?Whom angels greet with anthems sweetWhile shepherds watch are keeping?This, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels sing:Haste, haste to bring him laudThe babe, the son of MaryWhy lies he in such mean estateWhere ox and ass are feeding?Good Christian, fear: for sinners hereThe silent Word is pleadingNails, spear shall pierce Him throughThe Cross be borne for me, for you;Hail, hail, the Word made fleshThe Babe, the Son of MarySo bring him incense, gold, and myrrhCome, peasant, king, to own himThe King of kings salvation bringsLet loving hearts enthrone himRaise, raise the song on highThe Virgin sing her lullaby:Joy, joy, for Christ is bornThe Babe, the Son of Mary(Chorus)Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choirThe holly bears a blossom as white as lily flowerAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet savior(Chorus)The holly bears a berry as red as any bloodAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good(Chorus)The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thornAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn(Chorus)The holly bears a bark as bitter as any gallAnd Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all
