What Child Is This? (arr. D. Willcocks)

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 worship and angels sing
Haste,
haste to bring him praise
The babe the son of Mary.
Why lies he in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Come have no fear, God's Son is here,
His love all loves exceeding.
Nails,
spear, shall pierce him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail,
hail, the Saviour comes, The Babe, the son of Mary.
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh,
All tongues and peoples own him
The King of Kings salvation brings,
Let ev'ry heart enthrone him
Raise,
raise your son on high while Mary sings a lullaby
Joy,
joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the son of Mary.



Credits
Writer(s): David Thomas Clydesdale, William Chatterton Dix, Sandi Patty
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