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 Christians, 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 a song on high, The virgin sings her lullaby. Joy, joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary.Ó slávny deň s Kristom víťazom radujme sa, veseľme sa v ňom chuān shàng fú yīn xié Эль Шаддай, Эль Шаддай Najotkorim Iso 众多众多的灵魂已走向地狱 ข้าเป็นผู้มีชัย نسبحك ونمجدك يمكن يمكن ييجي داڭقتايبىز ىر مەنەن Eu cat şi casa mea voim
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