CHRISTMAS

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?

Oh, raise, raise a song on high,
His mother sings her lullaby.
Joy, oh joy for Christ is born,
the babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Good people, fear, for sinners here
the silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
the cross he'll bear for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
the babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
come peasant or king to know 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.