Lyrics of 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?

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 cattle are feeding?
Good christian fear for sinners here,
The silent world is pleading.

This, this is christ the king,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
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 laud,
The babe, the son of mary!

Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby:
Joy, joy, for christ is born,
The babe, the son of mary!