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 ass are feeding.

Good Christian fear for sinners here

The silent word is pleading.


Hails 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 come peasant king to own him.

The king of kings salvation brings

Let loving hearts enthrone him.


Raise, raise a song on high

The virgin sings their lullaby

Joy, joy for Christ is born

 The babe, the son of Mary.

  The babe was son of Mary.