What Child Is This? / The Holly and the Ivy

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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. (Chorus) Oh, the rising of the sun and the running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a blossom as white as lily flower, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet savior (Chorus) The holly bears a berry as red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good. (Chorus) The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas Day in the morn. (Chorus) The holly bears a bark as bitter as any gall, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ for to redeem us all.