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