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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!
So bring Him incense,
gold, and myrrh,
Come peasant king to
own Him,
The King of kings, salvation
brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone
Him.
Raise, raise the song
on high,
The Virgin sings her
lullaby:
Joy, joy, for Christ
is born,
The Babe, the Son of
Mary!