| 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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| This, this is Christ the King
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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 praise,
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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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| Jesus, Jesus
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| How I trust Him
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| Oh to trust Him more
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| Feels so sweet to trust in Jesus
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| Just to take Him at His word
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| Just to rest upon His promise
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| And to know «Thus saith the Lord»
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| And to know «Thus saith the Lord»
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| This, this is Christ the King
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| The Babe, the Son of Mary. |