| What child is this, who, laid to rest
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| On Mary's lap is sleeping?
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| Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
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| While shepherds watch are keeping?
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
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| Haste, haste to bring Him laud
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| The babe, the son of Mary
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| Why lies He in such mean estate
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| Where ox and ass are feeding?
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| Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
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| The silent Word is pleading
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
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| Haste, haste to bring Him laud
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| The babe, the son of Mary
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| So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
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| Come, peasant, King, to own Him;
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| The King of kings salvation brings
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| Let loving hearts enthrone Him
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
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| Haste, haste to bring Him laud
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| The babe, the son of Mary
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| Nails and spear shall pierce Him through
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| The cross be born for me, for you
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| Hail, hail, the Word made flesh
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| The Babe, the Son of Mary |