What Child Is This lyrics

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 cattle are feeding?

Good Christian, fear: for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading.

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:

Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,

The Babe, the Son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,

Come, peasant, kin 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!

Words: William Chatterton Dix, c. 1865

Music: Greensleaves