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 mean estate

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christian, 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

Nails and spears shall pierce Him through

The cross He bore for me, for you

So hail, hail the Word made flesh

The babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring Him laud

The babe, the Son of Mary

Raise, raise the song on high

The virgin sings her lullaby

Joy, joy for the Christ is born

The babe, the Son of Mary