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?
RIT. THIS, THIS IS CHRIST THE KING
WHOM SHEPHERDS GUARD AND ANGELS SING:
HASTE, HASTE TO BRING HIM LAUDS
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.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant King to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.