Casting Crowns What Child Is This Christ The King Lyrics
What Child Is This (Christ The King) by Casting Crowns
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
[Verse 2]
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant King to own Him
The King of Kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
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
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
[Verse 2]
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant King to own Him
The King of Kings, salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby
This is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
From our hearts our praises ring
To the babe, the Son of Mary
Oh, raise a song on high
His mother sings her lullaby