What Child is this, who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthem sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Hungry the Infant [Incomprehensible]
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
A cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the words made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come, rich and poor to own Him
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

Raise, raise a song on high
The Virgin sings Her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary