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.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary!

What child is this...

So bring Him incense, gold, and [bad word]  peasant, 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
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary!

What child is this...