What child is this Who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthemsweet While shepards watch our keeping This, this is Christ the King Whom shepards gaurd and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him love The Babe, the son of Mary
Hooah, hoaah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
So bring him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant King to own him The King of kings Salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone him Praise, praise the Son on high The Virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born The babe, the Son of Mary The babe, the Son of Mary (Mary)
Hoah, Hoah, Hoah
SPOKEN: And lo the angel of the Lord came upon them And the glory of the Lord shown round about them And they were so afraid And the angel said unto them 'Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy Which shall be to all people For unto you is born this day in the city of David A Savior which is Christ the Lord And this shall be a sign unto you You shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger' And suddenly there was with the angel A multitude of heavenly hosts Priasing God and saying 'Glory to God in the highest (Glory to God in the highest)' And on Earth, peace, goodwill toward men