What Child Is This

{Sometimes I just wonder how it must have been actually

Have lived in ancient times, I mean imagine what it would of been like

To actually walk the streets of Bethlehem and hear that a Child

Had been born who's King of kings and Savior of the world}{Now I can imagine saying, what Child is this?

What Child is this? Who would leave a legacy

So strong that even today we still

Celebrate His life? What Child is this?}What Child is this?

Who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping

Whom angels greet with anthem sweet

While shepherds watch are keepingThis, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring Him laud

The Babe, the Son of MarySometimes I just think about it, um

I just sit and think about the Baby Boy born in a manger

Sometimes I just want to shout it

Shout joy to the world, sometimesSo bring Him incense, gold and myrrh

Come peasant, king to own Him

The King of kings salvation brings

Let loving hearts enthrone HimRaise, raise the song on high

The Virgin sings Her lullaby

Joy, joy for Christ is born

The Babe, the Son of MarySometimes I just think about it, oh, I sit and think about

The Baby Boy born in a manger and wrapped in swaddling clothing

Sometimes I just want to shout it

Over the hills and every where, sometimesThis, this is Christ, the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing

Haste, haste to bring Him laud

The Babe, the Son of MarySometimes I just think about it

Oh sometimes I wonder, what Child is this?

Sometimes I just want to shout it

I want to go and tell it on the mountain, sometimesEvery now and then, sometimes I just think about

I think about the Christ Child, what Child is this?

And then again sometimes, sometimes I just want to shout it

I just want to tell the world, sometimes