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.