O Come, All Ye Faithful (B)

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!

A virgin his Mother; God of God she beareth,
Beareth the Light who doth from Light proceed.
True, uncreated, from all time begotten:

O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him, Christ, the Lord!

The splendour eternal of eternal Godhead
Veiled with infirmities of flesh we see:
Hiding his glory swaddling clothes he weareth:

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:
To thee, O Jesus be the glory giv'n;
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!