O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels.
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:
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above:
"Glory to God,
All glory in the highest!
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
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,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
The Choir of King's College - Hymn: O Come, All Ye Faithful Lyrics
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O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels.
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:
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above:
"Glory to God,
All glory in the highest!
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
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,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels.
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:
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above:
"Glory to God,
All glory in the highest!
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
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,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.