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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;

        Refrain
        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.

        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        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,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning;
Jesu, to Thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing.

        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        Christ the Lord.

See how the shepherds, Summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither Bend our hearts’ oblations

        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        Christ the Lord.

Child, for us sinners Poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee, Loving us so dearly?

        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        O come, let us adore Him,
        Christ the Lord.