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? Refrain This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary. 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. 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.