Oh 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

To 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