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.

This, this is Christ the King, 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.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, come, peasant, king, to own Him.

The King of kings salvation brings, let loving hearts enthrone Him.