Greensleeves (What Child Is This) Lyrics

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?
This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate

Where ox and lamb are feeding?
Good Christian, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
This, this is Christ the King, etc.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,

Come, peasant, kin to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary

This this is Christ the King...etc