(William Chatterton Dix, 18xx) 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. cho: 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 ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear; for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come, peasant, King to own Him; The King of Kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone him.