Verse 1: Helpless and hungry, lowly afraid, Wrapped in the chill of mid-winter Comes now among us, born into poverty's embrace, New life for the world Who is this who lives with the lowly, Sharing their sorrows, Knowing their hunger? This is Christ, revealed to the world In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor. Verse 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, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the son of Mary. Verse 2: Who is the stranger, here in our midst, Looking for shelter among us? Who is this outcast? Who do we see amidst the poor, The children of God? Who is this who lives with the lowly, Sharing their sorrows, Knowing their hunger? This is Christ, revealed to the world In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor. Verse 2: Why lies he in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the son of Mary. Verse 3: Bring all the thirsty, all who seek peace; Bring those with nothing to offer, Strengthen the feeble, say to the frightened heart: "Fear not, here is your God!". Who is this who lives with the lowly, Sharing their sorrows, Knowing their hunger? This is Christ, revealed to the world In the eyes of a child, a child of the poor. Verse 3: So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, king, to own him. the King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone him. This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, The babe, the son of Mary.