(Bm) 1865
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?
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THIS, THIS IS CHRIST THE KING, WHOM SHEPHERDS 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 CROSS BE BORNE FOR ME, FOR YOU,
HAIL, HAIL THE WORD MADE FLESH, THE BABE, THE SON OF MARY!
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SO BRING HIM INCENSE, GOLD AND MYRRH,
COME PEASANT, 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!
