O Come All Ye Faithful

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 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.