1. What child is this who laid to rest
on Mary`s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
while shepherds their watch are keeping.
This, this is Christ, the King,
whom shepherds guard and angels sing.
Haste, haste, to bring him love,
the babe, the son of Mary.
2. Why lies he in such mean estate,
where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians fear and sinners hear
the silent word is pleading.
Raise, raise the song on high, the virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, Joy, for Christ is born, the babe, the son of Mary.
3. The world is waiting for him to grow
and wake up all who are sleeping.
Oh, blessed be this day forever,
that saved us from our weeping. + R e f r a i n