Hither, Ye Faithful, Adoring, Triumphant

Hither, ye faithful, adoring, triumphant, Come, come and your off'ring to Bethlehem bring; Lo! He is born who is monarch of angels: O come, let us worship the sovereign King.

He is the God of God, Light of Light, own him, Though he from the womb of the Virgtin doth spring; He is the true God, not made but begotten: O come, let us worship the sovereign King.

Now the glad chorus of angels is singing, O how the great palace clestial doth ring! Let there be glory to God in the highest: O come, let us worship the sovereign King.

Jesus, because of thy birth we extol thee, This day shall thy people their offerings bring: Word of the Father, eternal, incarnate: O come, let us worship the sovereign King.