What Child Is This (Soul Blues Version) E

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. Why lies He in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear, for sinners here, The silent Word is pleading. 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. Oh, Christ the King. Ooh. Ooh. Oh, Christ the King. Ooh. Christ the King. Ooh. Ooh.