What child is this, who laid to rest
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On Mary's lap is sleeping?
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Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
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While shepherds watch are keeping?
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This, this is Christ the King,
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Whom shepherds worship and angels sing:
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Haste, haste to bring him laud,
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The Babe, the son of Mary.
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Why lies He in such mean estate,
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Where ox and ass are feeding?
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Come have no fear, God's Son is here,
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His love all loves exceeding.
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Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through,
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The cross be borne for me, for you:
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Hail, hail, the Saviour comes,
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The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
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All tongues and peoples own Him.
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The King of kings salvation brings,
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Let ev'ry heart enthrone Him.
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Raise, raise your song on high,
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While Mary sings a lullaby;
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Joy, joy for Christ is born,
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The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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What Child is This
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| John McDermott |
