Come, O Faithful, With Sweet Voices

Come, O faithful, with sweet voices Lift the song that heaven rejoices, Song to Bethlehem glory bringing: Where the swathing-clothes enfold him, King of angels, there behold him: Come, with thoughts to heaven upsoaring; Come, with lowly knees adoring; Come, angelic anthems singing.

God of God, in him there finding, Light of Light, with glory blinding, These to Virgin sweetly clinging; Come, in tender Babe beholding Unbegotten might unfolding: Come, with thoughts to heaven upsoaring; Come, with lowly knees adoring; Come, angelic anthems singing.

Hark, angelic paens sounding Fill heaven's vault with song astounding, Song sweet peace to earth now bringing: Chant thou, 'Glory in the highest', to the God for whom thou sighest: Come, with thoughts to heaven upsoaring; Come, with lowly knees adoring; Come, angelic anthems singing.

Therefore, on this feast of glory, When on earth began his story, Round our Jesus praises ringing; Sing to God in heaven paternal, Sing the Word-made-flesh supernal: Come, with thoughts to heaven upsoaring; Come, with lowly knees adoring; Come, angelic anthems singing.