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.
Lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding
Good Christian fear
For sinners here
The silent word is creeding.
This, this is Christ the king
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him light
The babe, the son of Mary.
Nails, spears shall pierce Him through
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail, hail the Word made Flesh
The babe, the son of Mary...
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