What Child Is This? (First Noël Prelude)
Song Meaning
Two carols share one track. "The First Noël" comes first, with angels bringing word to "certain poor shepherds" in the fields on a cold winter night, and a refrain declaring "Born is the King of Israel." The turn into "What Child Is This?" shifts from announcement to wonder, asking who the baby sleeping on Mary's lap could be while angels greet Him with "anthems sweet."
The answer comes plainly: "This, this is Christ the King," the Babe who is also "the Son of Mary." Divinity and humanity sit in a single line. The next verse widens the scene beyond the manger, calling for incense, gold and myrrh and asking that "loving hearts enthrone Him," so the gifts of the Magi become an invitation to ordinary listeners to worship.
The final verse hands the song to Mary ("The virgin sings her lullaby") and ends on "Joy, joy for Christ is born." The shepherds echo Luke 2, the gifts echo Matthew 2, and the title of King recalls Isaiah's promise of a child given. The words follow the traditional carol texts, and the medley moves from the angels' news to a personal welcome of the newborn King.
[Verse 1]
The first Noël
The angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds
In fields as they lay
[Verse 2]
In fields where they
Lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night
That was so deep
[Chorus]
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Born is the King of Israel
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Born is the King of Israel
[Verse 3]
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?
[Chorus]
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 4]
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
[Verse 5]
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
[Chorus]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.