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