What child is this who, laid to restOn Mary's lap is sleepingWhom angels greet with anthems sweetWhile shepherds watch are keepingThis, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and Angels singHaste, haste to bring Him laudThe Babe, the Son of MaryNails and spears shall pierce Him throughThe Cross be borne for me, for youHail, hail the Word made fleshThe Babe, the Son of MaryThis, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels singHaste, haste to bring Him laudThe Babe, the Son of MarySo bring Him incense, gold and myrrhCome peasant, king to own HimThe king of kings salvation bringsLet loving hearts enthrone HimThis, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels singHaste, haste to bring Him laudThe Babe, the Son of MaryThis, this is Christ the KingWhom shepherds guard and angels singHaste, haste to bring Him laudThe Babe, the Son of MaryThe Babe, the Son of MaryThe Babe, the Son of Mary
