O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels.
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
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O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
2. A virgin his Mother;
God of God she beareth,
Beareth the Light who doth from Light proceed,
True, uncreated,
From all time begotten.
3. Their flocks left behind them,
To his lowly cradle
The shepherds obedient with haste repair:
Thither with joyful
Footsteps we would follow.
4. Star-led, the Magi,
Christ their king adoring,
Gold, myrrh and incense at his feet bestow;
We on his birthday
Bring our hearts’ oblation.
5. The splendour eternal
Of eternal Godhead
Veiled with infirmities of flesh we see:
Hiding his glory,
Swaddling clothes he weareth:
6. Then tenderly greet him,
For our sakes despised,
Homeless this night and in a manger laid:
Love so unsparing
Nought but love can answer.
7. Sing alleluia,
All ye choirs of angels,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
Chanting his glory,
Glory in the highest.
8. Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning;
To thee, O Jesus, be the glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing.