Martina McBride Lyrics

What child is this
Who lay to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping
Whom angels greet with anthem sweet
While shepherds watch our keeping
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him grace
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 grace
The babe, the son of Mary

This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him grace
The babe, the son of Mary
The babe, the son of Mary

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