Paroles de What Child Is This

What child is this, who lay 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 pleading 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 This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, Haste, to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary, (babe, the son) Oh the Babe, the Son, of Mary