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