What Child Is This? Songtext
von Steven Curtis Chapman

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?

Why lies He in such humble place
Where ox and sheep are feeding?
Come, have no fear, God's Son is here
His love, all loves exceeding

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 the song on high
His Mother sings Her lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born (is born)
The Babe, the Son of Mary

What Child is this?
This is Christ the King
What Child is this?
Hear the Angels sing

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

(What Child is this?)
This is our God
This is our King
This is our Savior
We will forever sing
He is our God
He is our King
He is our Savior
And we will forever sing
This is our God

What Child is this?