What Child Is This
maurette brown clark 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 donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
The cross he bore 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 a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:




Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Maurette Brown Clark's song "What Child is This" are based on the traditional Christmas carol of the same name. The song begins with the question "What child is this?" and describes the scene of Jesus' birth, with Mary holding him in her lap while angels sing and shepherds keep watch. The song acknowledges Jesus as Christ the King, the savior who has come to plead for the salvation of sinners.


The second verse of the song questions why Jesus, the son of God, would be born in a stable with animals instead of a grand palace. It urges Christians to fear and recognize the significance of this silent Word, which will soon sacrifice himself for their sins. The verse also mentions the future crucifixion of Jesus, when nails and spears will pierce him through.


The final verse of the song calls on listeners to bring gifts of incense, gold, and myrrh to Jesus, regardless of their social status as either peasant or king. It proclaims Jesus as the King of kings who brings salvation, and calls on loving hearts to enthrone him with a song of joy. The song ends with a repetition of the first verse, reminding all who listen that this child, born of Mary, is Christ the King.


Line by Line Meaning

What child is this, who, laid to rest,
Who is this child that is lying down?


On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Why is he sleeping on Mary's lap?


Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
Why are angels singing sweet songs to him?


While shepherds watch are keeping?
What are the shepherds watching out for?


This, this is Christ the King,
This child is the King of Christ.


Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
He is being guarded by shepherds and angels are singing to him.


Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
Quickly come and praise him.


The babe, the son of Mary.
He is the baby of Mary.


Why lies He in such mean estate,
Why is he lying in such a lowly place?


Where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Why is he surrounded by feeding animals?


Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
Christians should be afraid because sinners are here.


The silent Word is pleading.
The Word of God is silently asking for help.


Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
He will be hurt by nails and spears.


The cross he bore for me, for you.
He carried the cross for everyone's sins.


Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
We should celebrate that the Word of God became flesh.


The Babe, the Son of Mary.
He is still the baby of Mary.


So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Bring him incense, gold, and myrrh.


Come, peasant, king, to own him.
Everyone, regardless of status, can claim him.


The King of kings salvation brings,
He is the King of all kings and can save us.


Let loving hearts enthrone him.
We should love him and make him our king.


Raise, raise a song on high,
We should sing a song of praise to him.


The virgin sings her lullaby
Mary is singing a lullaby to her baby.


Joy, joy for Christ is born,
We should be joyful because Christ is born.


The babe, the Son of Mary.
He is still the baby of Mary.


This, this is Christ the King,
This child is the King of Christ.


Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
He is being guarded by shepherds and angels are singing to him.


Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
Quickly come and praise him.


The babe, the son of Mary.
He is the baby of Mary.




Writer(s): Gladys Pitcher

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