What child is this, who laid to rest,
On Marys lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

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 praise,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Raise, raise a song on high,
His mother sings her lullaby.
Joy, oh joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring him love,
The babe, the son of Mary.

What child is this, who laid to rest,
On Marys lap , on Marys lap is sleeping?
This, this is Christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring him love,
The babe, the son of Mary.
The babe, the son of Mary.
The babe, the son of Mary

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