What Child Is This?
Cristy Lane Lyrics


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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?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies he in such mean estate
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The Cross be borne for me, for you;
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
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,
The Virgin sing her lullaby:




Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Overall Meaning

Cristy Lane's version of the famous Christmas carol "What Child is This?" tells the story of the birth of Jesus Christ, the son of Mary. The song begins by asking who this newborn child, lying on Mary's lap, could possibly be. The answer comes with the chorus: "This, this is Christ the King, whom shepherds guard and angels sing".


The second verse of the song delves into the symbolism of the scene, questioning why Jesus is born in such humble surroundings, with only animals present. The answer, as the bridge suggests, is that Jesus is here to save sinners. The quiet birth of an infant, who will later suffer greatly, sets the stage for the eventual crucifixion.


The final verse of the song is a call to "peasant" and "king" alike to come and worship Christ the King, the bringer of salvation. The song ends with a joyous celebration of the birth of the Savior.


Overall, "What Child is This?" is a powerful celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ and a reminder of the significance of his life and death.


Line by Line Meaning

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
Who is this child, peacefully resting on Mary's lap?


On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Is peacefully and comfortably sleeping on Mary's lap?


Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
The angels celebrate and praise this child with joyful songs,


While shepherds watch are keeping?
With the shepherds as witnesses, keeping watch over this child?


This, this is Christ the King,
This is the great and powerful King, the Messiah, Jesus Christ!


Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
The shepherds protect him, while the angels glorify him with their song:


Haste, haste to bring him laud,
Quickly go and give him your praise,


The babe, the son of Mary.
For he is truly just a baby, but he is also the son of Mary.


Why lies he in such mean estate
Why is he lying here in such a humble and lowly position?


Where ox and ass are feeding?
Even as the ox and ass are eating, grazing around silent baby Jesus lying there..


Good Christian, fear: for sinners here
Understand the weight of what it means for sins to plead for the newborn Christ and fear accordingly:


The silent Word is pleading.
Jesus, who is the Word of God, is silent and helpless knowing that he is pleading for sinful mankind.


Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
His death on the cross to save sinners all is already foretold by the prophecy


The Cross be borne for me, for you;
He's willing to sacrifice himself on the cross to bring salvation, an ultimate sacrifice for all humans.


Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
Praise and hail to God's Word made manifest in the flesh,


The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Indeed the glorious baby, but also the son of Mary.


So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Offer him incense, gold, and myrrh as tribute,


Come, peasant, king, to own him.
Everyone, poor or wealthy must come to acknowledge him Kings of kings


The King of kings salvation brings,
Jesus Christ who's King of kings, brings his salvation to all


Let loving hearts enthrone him.
Let our hearts full of love enthrone him rightfully,


Raise, raise the song on high,
Raise the song with joy high to the skies above!


The Virgin sing her lullaby:
As we sing, the virgin mother Mary is singing her own lullaby to her baby.


Joy, joy, for Christ is born,
Rejoice, rejoice! Christ is born,


The Babe, the Son of Mary.
The great baby, the son of Mary.




Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DOUGLAS E WAGNER, WILLIAM C DIX

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