O Come, All Ye Faithful

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 abhors 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