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What child is this who laid to rest

On Mary's lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet

While shepherds watch our keeping

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 Christians fear, for sinners here

The silent word is pleading

Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through

The Cross be borne, for me, for you

Hail, hail, the Word madfe 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 the song on high

The virgin sings her lullaby

Joy, joy for Christ is born

The babe, the Son of Mary