| 1What child is this, who, laid to rest,
 On Mary`s lap is sleeping?
 Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
 While shepherds watch are keeping?
 RefrainThis, this is Christ the King,
 Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
 Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
 The babe, the son of Mary.
 2Why lies He in such mean estate
 Where ox and ass are feeding?
 Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
 The silent Word is pleading.
 3So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh,
 Come, peasant, king, to own Him,
 The King of kings salvation brings,
 Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
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