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WHAT CHILD IS THIS

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?

William Chatterton Dix (1837–1898)

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WHAT CHILD IS THIS

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This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard

and angels sing;

Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

William Chatterton Dix (1837–1898)

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WHAT CHILD IS THIS

Why lies He in such mean estate,

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christians, fear, for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,

The cross be borne for me, for you.

Hail, hail the Word made flesh,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

William Chatterton Dix (1837–1898)

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WHAT CHILD IS THIS

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.

William Chatterton Dix (1837–1898)

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