What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherd watch are keeping.
What lies in such mean estate
Where ox and axe are feeding
The Christian fear for sinners here
The silent word is pleading
This his, is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him loud
The Bake, the Son of Mary
What bring him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, King to own him
The King of Kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
Nails, spear shall pierce him through
The Cross be home for me, for you
Hail, hail the word made flesh
The Babe the Son of Mary
Raise, raise the song on high
The Virgin sings her to lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe the Son of Mary
(Merci à Linda Lawrence pour cettes paroles)