O come all ye faithful

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!