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 horse and ox are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
See, hear, believe, imbue
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made man
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
There was a little baby boy
His mother's firstborn child
He didn't have a pedigree, he didn't have much style
Just a host of angels cartwheeling in the sky
Singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Raise his name on high
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 a song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Hallelujah, Halleluiah, Hallelujah
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Gwen Hughes - What Child is This? Lyrics
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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 horse and ox are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
See, hear, believe, imbue
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made man
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
There was a little baby boy
His mother's firstborn child
He didn't have a pedigree, he didn't have much style
Just a host of angels cartwheeling in the sky
Singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Raise his name on high
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 a song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Hallelujah, Halleluiah, Hallelujah
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 horse and ox are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
See, hear, believe, imbue
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made man
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
There was a little baby boy
His mother's firstborn child
He didn't have a pedigree, he didn't have much style
Just a host of angels cartwheeling in the sky
Singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Raise his name on high
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 a song on high,
The Virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Hallelujah, Halleluiah, Hallelujah
Writer: Gwen Hughes
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