Verse 1
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?
Verse 2
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here,
The silent Word is pleading.
Verse 3
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
Come, peasant, king to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Chorus
This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angles sing.
Haste, Haste to bring Him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary.
( Text-William C Dix, Music-Traditional)