O Come, All Ye Faithful (Mercer)

O come, all ye faithful, Joyfully triumphant, To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord: Lo! In a manger Lies the King of angels O come, let us adore him. Christ the Lord.

Though true God of true God, Light of Light eternal. The womb of a virgin he hath not abhorred: Son of the Father, No made, but begotten; O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

Raise, raise, choirs of angels, Songs of loudest triumph. Through heaven's high arches be your praises poured: Now to our God be Glory in the highest; O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

Amen, Lord, we bless thee, Born for our salvation, O Jesu, for ever be thy name adored: Word of the Father, Late in flesh appearing: O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.