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 praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
He lies in such a lowly place
Where ox and ass are feeding
The end of fear for all who hear
The silent word is speaking
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Comе peasant king to love him
The king of kings salvation brings
Lеt loving hearts enthrone him
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Of Mary, of Mary