What Child Is This
Helene:
What Child is this who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While the good 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.
Plácido:
Why lies He in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,
The silent Word is pleading.
Plácido & Helene:
This, this is Christ, the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Helene:
What Child is this?
Plácido:
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Helene:
Come peasant king to own Him;
Plácido & Helene:
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Plácido & Helene:
This, this is Christ, the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Helene:
What Child is this?