Текст песни What Child Is This - Musica Sacra

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary′s lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepards watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepards guard and angels sing:
"Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary."
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Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
The cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, 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.