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O come, all ye faith-ful,
Joy-ful and tri-um-phant,
O come ye, O come ye to Beth-le-hem;
Come and be-hold Him
Born the King of an-gels.
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O come, let us a-dore Him (3X),
Christ the Lord.
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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 an-gels,
Sing in ex-ul-ta-tion,
O sing, all ye cit-i-zens of heav'n a-bove;
"Glo-ry to God -
In the high-est de-o!"
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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, l
oving us so dearly?
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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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Lo! star led chieftains,
Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
We to the Christ Child
bring our hearts' oblations.
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Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this hap-py morn-ing;
O Je-sus, to Thee be all glo-ry giv'n;
Word of the Fa-ther,
Now in flesh ap-pear-ing.
O Come, All Ye Faithful