What Child Is This Testo

Testo 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 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
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.

Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
The cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the word made flesh,
the babe, the Son of Mary.