What child is this who made to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
While shepherds watch are keeping
This, this is Christ the King
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
Why lies He in such mean estate,
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is bleeding
Nailed spear shall pierce him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Compassion came to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone
Praise, praise the song on high
The Virgin sings her lul laby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary