Johnny Mathis Lyrics
What Child is This

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 ass
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are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners
here The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spear
shall pierce Him through, The cross be borne for
me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made 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 a song on high, The virgin sings her
lullaby. Joy, joy for Christ is born, The Babe,
the Son of Mary.