What child is this? What child is this? What child is this? What child is this? What child is this who laid to rest on Mary's lavish sleep? 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 faithful Son of Mary. When I see him, such meek estate, where hearts and minds are keeping, the Christian people sing, the silent herd is fleeing. This, this is Christ the King whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Haste, haste to bring him laud, the faithful Son of Mary. Peace, peace, O bring him peace and scorn, and birth of Christ and King to all. The King, the King in salvation brings, let loving hearts enthrone him. Praise, praise the Son of Man, the Virgin sings the lullaby. Joy, joy, the Christ is born, the Babe, the Son of Man. The Child is His. The Son. The Son. The Son. The Son.