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, the infant King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste with praise to bring,
The babe, the son of Mary.
The cattle meek, the oxen mild
Keep watch o'er the newborn child
And wise men from the farthest isles
to greet the son of Mary
This, this, the tiny King
Whom shepherds love and angels sing
Haste, haste with praise to bring
The babe, the son of Mary
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh
The glory of the night unfurls
A sign of LOVE to all the world
The babe, the son of Mary
Raise, raise a song on high
To echo over earth and sky
Joy, joy, a child is born
The babe, the son of Mary
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