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
Haste, haste to bring him laud
The babe, the son of Mary
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant king to own him;
The king of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone him