What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping whom angels greet with an thems sweet while sheperds watch are keeping
This this is Christ the king whom sheperds 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
Nails spear shall pierce him through
The Gross be born for me for you
Hail hail the world made flesh
The babe the son of Mary
So bring Him incensece gold and myrrh
Come peassant 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