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 guard 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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Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,
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The silent Word is pleading.
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This, this is Christ the King
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Whom shepherds guard 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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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 Word made flesh,
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The Babe, the Son of Mary!
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This, this is Christ the King
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Whom shepherds guard 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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So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh;
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Come peasant, king to own Him.
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The King of Kings salvation brings;
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Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
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This, this is Christ the King
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Whom shepherds guard 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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Raise, raise, the song on high,
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The Virgin sings her 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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This, this is Christ the King
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Whom shepherds guard 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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What Child Is This?
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| Rick Springfield |
