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?

    Why lies He in such mean estate,
    Where ox and cattle are feeding?
    Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
    The silent Word is pleading.

    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 rich and poor 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.

    A Child is born,
    He is called our Wonderful Counselor,
    Mighty God,
    Jesus, our Prince of Peace

    This, this is Christ the King,
    Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
    Joy, joy, for Christ is born
    The Babe, the Son of Mary.