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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 lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
So bring Him incense, gold, and myrth,
Come peasant, king, to own 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 lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring him lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring him lord,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
- Album:
- Emerald: Musical Gems
- Celtic Woman: Believe
- Songs From The Heart
- Celtic Woman
- Miscellaneous
- Lullaby
- The Greatest Journey
- A Christmas Celebration
- A New Journey
- Non-Album Releases
- Destiny
- Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears
- Voices of Angels
- A Celtic Christmas
- Decade: The Songs, The Show, The Tradition, The Classics
- Celtic Woman: Bonus Tracks
- When You Go
- The Whole Of The Moon
- Walk Beside Me
- Tir Na Nog