Lyrics

Song Credits: What Child is This (Public Domain)
Circa 1865 Written by: William Chatterton Dix
Adaptive Lyrics by: Kristopher Daniel Pinnell™
Performance by: Kristopher Daniel Pinnell™

Created By: Kristopher Daniel Pinnell™
Orange End

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.

And tonight we gather near,
Hearts unbroken, crystal clear,
In this light we’re not alone,
Grace has found us, brought us home.
Silent night, we rise above
Held together, wrapped in love

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.

And tonight we gather near,
Hearts unbroken, crystal clear,
In this light we’re not alone,
Grace has found us, brought us home.
Silent night, we rise above
Held together, wrapped in love

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.

And tonight we gather near,
Hearts unbroken, crystal clear,
In this light we’re not alone,
Grace has found us, brought us home.
Silent night, we rise above
Held together, wrapped in love