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