| Lyrics: | 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 |
