The KING of Kings Salvation Brings

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 ass are feeding?

Good Christian, fear, for sinners here

The silent Word 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.

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