What child is this who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch our 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 Where lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christians fear for sinners here The silent Word is pleading Nails, nails shall pierce Him through The cross be borne for me and you Hail, hail the Word made flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant, come king to own Him The King of Kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him Raise, raise a song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary, ooh, ooh