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    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 sings her lullaby  Joy, joy for Christ is born  The Babe, the Son of Mary  The Babe, the Son of Mary, Mary    [Spoken]  Kristyn: And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them  And the glory of the Lord shone round about them  And they were sore afraid  Kelsi: And the angel said unto them Fear not:   For, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,   which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day  in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord  Kassidy: And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe   Wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.   And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of heavenly host   Praising God, and saying Glory to God in the highest, and on earth   peace, good will toward men