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?
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
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!