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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 Christians, fear, for sinners here |
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The silent Word is pleading. |
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Nails, spear shall pierce Him through, |
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The cross be borne for me, for you. |
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Hail, hail the Word made flesh, |
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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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Raise, raise a song on high, |
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The virgin sings her lullaby. |
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Joy, joy for Christ is born, |
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The Babe, the Son of Mary. |