What Child Is This? Lyrics

Do do do, do do do, Oh there is the Child

(In Bethlehem. We must see him.)

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?

Why lies He in such mean estate

(Why is he in this stable? The inn has no space)

Where ox and lamb are feeding?

(He should be in a castle. He deserves a better place)

Good Christians, fear for sinners here

(Audience is so few. Why such a humble birth?)

The silent Word is pleading, that

(All deserve to view. We will spread through the earth!)

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing

Haste, haste, to bring Him laud

The Babe, the Son of Mary

The nails and spear shall pierce Him through

The cross be bore for me, for you

Hail, hail, the Word made 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 a song on high

The Virgin sings her lullaby

Joy, joy for Christ is born

The Babe, the Son of Mary

He whom shepherds guard and angels sing

(Angels sing)

(The one that will salvation bring)

(Angels sing; angels sing)

Angels sing that this, is the Child! (the Christ!)

Our Lord! Our Lord and Savior, and King!