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 sheperds summoned to his cradle,

leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear;

we too will thither send 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.

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