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.