O Come All Ye Faithful
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Oh come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him, born the King of aogels;
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.