| lyric | 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!
So bring Him incense, gold, and
myrrh,
Come peasant king to own Him,
The King of kings, salvation
brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary! |