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

Nails and spear shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made flesh
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This, this is Christ, the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

We will stand in awe until we finally fall
Glory fills this place
Every promise [Incomprehensible] on His face
Glory [Incomprehensible]

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, the Babe, the Son
The Babe, the Son of Mary