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
This, this is Christ the King
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him praise,
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
Jesus, Jesus
This, this is Christ the King
How I trust Him
This, this is Christ the King
Oh to trust Him more
Feels so sweet to trust in Jesus
Just to take Him at His word
Just to rest upon His promise
And to know Thus saith the Lord
And to know Thus saith the Lord
This, this is Christ the King
This, this is Christ the King
This, this is Christ the King
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

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