O Come All Ye Faithful Songtext
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O Come All Ye Faithful Songtext
Oh come, all ye faithful,
Joyfull and triumphant,
O come ye, O come to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him
Born the King of angels
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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 joyful footsteps;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Lo! star-led chieftains,
Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer him incense, gold and myrrh;
We to the Christ-child
Bring our hearts oblations:
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!
Joyfull and triumphant,
O come ye, O come to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him
Born the King of angels
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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 joyful footsteps;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Lo! star-led chieftains,
Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer him incense, gold and myrrh;
We to the Christ-child
Bring our hearts oblations:
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh 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;
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him,
Oh come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!
Writer(s): John Francis Wade, Aaron Robertson, Frederick Oakeley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com