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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 Christian, 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, the song on high, |
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Joy joy for Christ is born, |
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The Babe, the Son of Mary! |
