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.