What Child Is This - B.J. Thomas
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 donkeys are feeding
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
This, this is Christ the King,
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,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
This, this is Christ the King,
The babe, the son of Mary.
The babe, the son of Mary.