Oh, come ye 

O come ye to Bethlehem

Come and behold him 

Born the King of angels

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

O 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



O come 

Let us adore him 

Christ the Lord



See how the shepards 

Summoned to his cradel

Leaving their flocks 

Draw nigh with lowly fear

We too will thither hend 

Our joyful footsteps

O 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

O come 

Let us adore him 

Christ the Lord