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

Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading

Nails, spears shall pierce Him through
The cross be born for me and you
Hail, hail the word meet flesh
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
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Scriptural Reference:

"On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh." Matthew 2:11