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
Come greet the infant Lord
The babe, the Son of Mary!

Why lies he in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, 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!