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.