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 loud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold, and [bad word] peasant king to own Him,
The King of kings, salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high,
(Let singing fume) the earth and sky
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, Haste to bring him loud
The Babe, the Son of Mary!