What Child Is This

Written by: William Chatterton Dix, Unknown

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Original Key: Em


Verse 1:
     Em     D/F♯    G         D
What child  is     this, who laid to rest,
   Em     Am/C     B
On Mary's  lap  is sleeping:
      Em   D/F♯   G          D
Whom  an – gels   greet with anthems sweet,
      Em     Am    B         Esus4    Em
While shep - herds watch are keep  –  ing?
Bm    G        D
This, this is Christ the King,
     Em           Am/C      B
Whom shep – herds guard and angels sing:
Bm     G        D
Haste, haste to bring Him praise,
    Em    Am   B       Esus4   Em
The babe, the  son of  Ma  -   ry.
Verse 2:
    Em    D/F♯   G        D
Why lies   He    in such mean estate,
      Em      Am/C       B
Where ox  and  ass  are feeding?
     Em     D/F♯   G         D
Good Christ-ians   fear, for sinners here
    Em    Am    B      Esus4    Em
The si -  lent Word is plea  -  ding.
Bm     G           D
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
    Em       Am/C       B
The cross be bourne for me, for you.
Bm    G        D
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
    Em    Am   B       Esus4   Em
The babe, the  son of  Ma  -   ry.
Verse 3:
     Em     D/F♯   G        D
So,  bring  Him    incense, gold and myrrh,
      Em         Am/C      B
Come, pea - sant  king, to own Him;
    Em   D/F♯   G           D
The King  of    kings sal – va - tion brings,
    Em    Am    B           Esus4    Em
Let lov - ing   hearts en - throne   Him.
Bm     G       D
Raise, raise a song on high,
    Em         Am/C       B
The vir - gin  sings  her lullaby.
Bm    G        D
Joy,  joy, for Christ is born,
    Em    Am  B       Esus4   Em
The babe, the son of  Ma   -  ry. 

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 praise,
The babe, the son of Mary.

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.

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.

Lyrics: Public Domain


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