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1. -______ 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; Whoni shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mâry! 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! Why lies He in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear; for sinners here Their silent word is pleadin g. 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! Deck he ÇHa[fs Deck the halls with boughs of Holly, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. 'Tis the season to be jolly, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Don we now our gay apparel, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. See the blazing Yule before us, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Strike the harp and join the chorus, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Follow me in merry measure, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Sing a song of Yuletide treasure, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Fast away the old year passes, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Hail the new, ye lads and lasses, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Sing we joyous all together, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. 20 Whitby Free Press - Dec 1/93 E