What Child Is This?

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.
Make haste to come to him, the child who is born of Mary.

Why lies he in a stable dark, where ox and ass are feeding?
Why should we fear the soldiers near, will hear his mother weeping?
This, this is Christ the king, whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Make haste to come to him, the child who is born of Mary.

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, all wondrous gifts fit for a king.
For God’s salvation he will bring to all whose hearts are open.
This, this is Christ the king, whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Make haste to come to him, the child who is born of Mary.

English carol.
Words edited by Robert Traer.


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