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?
Oh This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Oh Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we travel, oh far
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Oh
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary

Raise, raise, the song on high
The Virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son
The Babe, the Son
Guide us to thy perfect
We three kings of Orient are

Thy Perfect Light