What child is this who lays on Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems while shepherds watch a-keeping.
This, this is Christ the King whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring Him laud, the Babe, the Son of Man.
One lies here in such mean estate where all spend as a feeding.
Good Christian, fearful sinners hear, the silent Word is pleading.
Nail, spear shall pierce Him through, the cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh, the Babe, the Son of Man.
O bring Him incense, gold and myrrh.
Come, blessed King, to awe Him.
The King of kings salvation brings, let loving hearts enthrall Him.
Praise, praise the Son of Man, the Virgin sings an alabam.
Joy, joy for Christ is born, the Babe, the Son of Man.