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;

Sing, choirs of angels,

Sing in exultation,

Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;

Glory to God

In the highest;

See how the shepherds,

Summoned to his cradle,

Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;

We too will thither

Bend our joyful footsteps;

Child, for us sinners

Poor and in the manger,

We would embrace thee, with love and awe;

Who would not live thee,

Loving us so dearly?

Yea, Lord, we greet thee,

Born this happy morning;

Jesus, to thee be glory given;

Word of the Father,

Now in flesh appearing;