What child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whose angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ the King Who shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him Lord The Babe, the Son of Mary Why lies he in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christian, fear for sinners here The silent word is pleading This, this is Christ the King Who shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him Lord 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 This, this is Christ the King Who shepherd guard and angel sing Haste, haste to bring him Lord The Babe, the Son of Mary Haste, haste to bring him Lord The Babe, the Son of Mary