What Child Is This

The first Noël

The angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds

In fields as they lay

In fields where they

Lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night

That was so deep

Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël

Born is the King of Israel

Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël

Born is the King of Israel

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.

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.

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;

Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.