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 praise The Babe, the Son of Mary So bring him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant king to praise him The king of kings all glory brings Let loving hearth enthrone him Raise, raise the song on high Let praises fill the earth and sky Joy, joy, The Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary