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joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;
come and behold him
born, the King of angels:
Chorus: 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 joyful footsteps:
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,
sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
‘Glory to God
in the highest’:
Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
born this happy morning;
Jesu, to thee be glory given:
Word of the Father,
now in flesh appearing:
Chorus: O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!
