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 love him; The king of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone him This, this is Christ the king Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him praise The babe, the son of Mary