“What child is this who lay 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.”