What Child Is This - Lyrics - Acappella

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 ox and *** are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for sinners here, The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spears shall pierce Him through The cross be born for me and you Hail, hail the word meet flesh The Babe, the Son of Mary. So 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 the song on high The *** sings her lullaby Joy, joy for Christ is born The Babe, the Son of Mary. The Babe, the Son of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary Scriptural Reference: "On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh." Matthew 2:11