On Mary's lap is sleeping,
While shepherds watch are keeping.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Hail, hail to bring him laud,
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.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Hail, hail to bring him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come present King 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.
Hail, hail to bring him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
The Babe, the Son of Mary! you