O come all ye faithful joyful and triumphant Oh come ye O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold him born the King of angels;
O come let us adore him Christ the Lord. God of God light of light Lo he not the virgin's womb; Very God begotten not created: O come let us adore him Christ The Lord. Sing choirs of angels sing in exultation Sing all ye citizens of heaven above; Glory to God in the highest: O come, let us adore him, Christ The Lord See how the shepherds summoned to his cradle, Leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear We too will thither hend our joyful footsteps; O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning; Jesus, to thee be glory given; Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing: O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.