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O come, all ye faithful

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O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels

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O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb
Son of the Father, begotten, not created

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Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest

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See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps

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Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

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Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning
Jesus, to Thee be glory given
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

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