O Come All Ye Faithful

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!
 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.
 See how the shepherds
 Summoned to His cradle,
 Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze!
 We, too, will thither
 Bend our hearts' oblations.
 Lo, star-led chieftains,
 Magi, Christ adoring,
 Offer Him incense, gold and myrrh;
 We to the Christ-child
 Bring our hearts' oblations
 Child, for us sinners,
 Poor and in the manger,
 Fain we embrace Thee with love and awe;
 Who would not love Thee,
 Loving us so dearly?
 Sing, choirs of angels,
 Sing in exultation,
 O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
 "Glory to God,
 In the highest!"
 Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
 Born this happy morning,
 Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;
 Word of the Father,
 Now in flesh appearing!