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 This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud The babe, the son of Mary The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees That are in the wood, The holly wears the crown The rising of the sun The running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a blossom As white as lily flower And Mary bore sweet Jesus Chrits To be our sweet Saviour The rising of the sun The running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir