Letra de «What Chlid 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 This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him praise, 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.
This, this is Christ the King Jesus, Jesus This, this is Christ the King How I trust Him This, this is Christ the King Oh to trust Him more
Feels so sweet to trust in Jesus Just to take Him at His word Just to rest upon His promise And to know "Thus saith the Lord" And to know "Thus saith the Lord"
This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King The Babe, the Son of Mary.
This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him praise, 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.
This, this is Christ the King Jesus, Jesus This, this is Christ the King How I trust Him This, this is Christ the King Oh to trust Him more
Feels so sweet to trust in Jesus Just to take Him at His word Just to rest upon His promise And to know "Thus saith the Lord" And to know "Thus saith the Lord"
This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King The Babe, the Son of Mary.
