What Child Is This / Fragile

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 Perhaps this final act was meant
 To clease your lifetime's arguments
 But nothing comes from violence
 And nothing ever could
 For all those born beneath an angry star
 Lest we forget how fragile we are
 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
 On and on the rain will fall
 Like tears from the star
 Like tears from the star
 On and on the rain will say
 How fragile we are
 How fragile we are
 So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh
 Come peasant, come 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
 On and on the rain will fall
 Like tears from the star
 Like tears from the star
 On and on the rain will say
 How fragile we are
 How fragile we are
 On and on the rain will fall
 Like tears from the star
 Like tears from the star
 On and on the rain will say
 How fragile we are
 Fragile
 How fragile we are