Letra de «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?
Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners near The silent Word is pleading
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud 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
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud The babe, the son of Mary
The babe, the son of Mary
Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and lamb are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners near The silent Word is pleading
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud 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
This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud The babe, the son of Mary
The babe, the son of Mary
