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  

Why lies He in such low estate 
Where ox and lamb are feeding?
Good Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh 
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!