What Child Is This

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 worship and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud
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, spear, shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you:
Hail, hail, the Saviour comes
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 ev'ry heart enthrone Him
Raise, raise your song on high
While Mary sings a lullaby;
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary