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 guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
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 He bore for me, for you
Hail, hail, the Saviour comes
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
While Mary sings a lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary!