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,
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,
O come, let us adore him,
O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
See how the shepherds,
Summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw ni with lowly fear;
We too will thither
Bend our joyful footsteps;
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
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,
O come, let us adore him,
O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.