Oh! come ye faithful, and your homage bring
To David's town with glad accord;
Behold the Son, behold the angels' King:
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord!
For he, the God of God, the Light of Light,
The Virgin's womb hath not abhorred:
And God is now reveal'd to mortal sight!
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord!
And hark ! the angels through the lofty sky
Their praises to his name afford;
All glory they ascribe to God on high!
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord!
Oh, Jesu Virgin-born! thy name shall be,
On this thy day for aye ador'd!
Incarnate Word of God, we worship Thee!
Oh, come ye, and sing praises to the Lord!