Oh, come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh, 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;
Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God In the highest:
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 sing to the Lord
1. O come, let us sing to the Lord,
to him our voices raise;
with joyful noise let us the Rock
of our salvation praise.
2. Let us before his presence come
with praise and thankful voice;
let us sing psalms to him with grace,
and make a joyful noise.
3. For God’s a great God and great King;
above all gods he is.
The depths of earth are in his hand;
the heights of hills are his.
4. To him the spacious sea belongs,
for he the same did make;
the dry land also from his hands
its form at first did take.
5. O come, and let us worship him;
let us bow down withal,
and on our knees before the Lord,
our Maker, let us fall.
O come, O come, Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer thy people with thine advent here;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night, and death’s dark shadows put to flight.
O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
from depths of hell thy people save, and give them victory over the grave.
1. O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
most beautiful, most bright;
on thee the high and lowly
through ages joined in tune,
sing “Holy, holy, holy”
to the great God Triune.
2. On thee, at the creation,
the light first had its birth;
on thee, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth;
on thee, our Lord victorious,
the Spirit sent from heav’n;
and thus on thee, most glorious,
a triple light was giv’n.
3. Today on weary nations
the heav’nly manna falls;
to holy convocations
the silver trumpet calls,
where gospel light is glowing
with pure and radiant beams,
and living water flowing
with soul refreshing streams.
4. New graces ever gaining
from this our day of rest,
we reach the rest remaining
to spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
to Father, and to Son;
the church her voice upraises
to thee, blest Three in One.