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.