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
