O Come, All Ye Faithful (Arr. David Willcocks)

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 heaven above;

'Glory to God,

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,

Jesu, 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.