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.