O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him, born the King of aogels;
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 shepards summoned to his cradel
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