The first Noel The angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay In fields where they Lay keeping their sheep On a cold winter's night That was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel 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 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 a song on high The virgin sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary This is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing Haste, haste, to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary