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 [bad word] 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  [bad word]  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!