Paroles de What Child is This

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 Why lies he in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear for sinners here The silent Word is pleasing This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary The Son of Mary 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