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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 laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce Him through
The cross be born for me and you
Hail, hail the word meet 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 the song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary
Scriptural Reference:
On
coming
to
the
house,
they
saw
the
child
with
his
mother
Mary,
and
they
bowed
down
and
worshiped
him.
Then
they
opened
their
treasures
and
presented
him
with
gifts
of
gold
and
of
incense
and
of
myrrh. Matthew 2: 11
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