Lyrics What Child Is This? - Christafari

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 praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh
Come peasant king to own Him
The King of kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring Him praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary

So raise it up, raise this song on high
The Virgin's singing Him a lullaby
For Christ is born & we are full of joy, yes
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Nails and spear they shall pierce Him through
The cross is born, yes for me and for you
So hail the King of kings
And King of the Jews, yeah
The Babe, the Son of Mary
I can't imagine the things that you had to go through
Your mother a virgin
Criticized for what she didn't do
And when you got to Bethlehem they said there was no room
In a stranger's manger
Where the animals they are feeding too

Oh son of Mary then Herod tried to run you through
So you ran to Egypt and did not come back until you were two
It was so scary when the
Nails, & spears they pierce you through
The Son of Man He died for me, and for you

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 praise
The Babe, the Son of Mary
The Babe, the Son of Mary