All come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, o come ye, o come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him, born the king of angels.
O come lets us adore him, O come lets us adore him, O come let us adore him Christ the Lord.
God of God, light of light, Lo! He abhors not the virgin’s womb, very God be, gotten not created.
Sing choirs of angels, sing in exultation, sing all ye citizens of heav’n above. Glory to God in the highest heav’n
Yea Lord we greet thee, born this happy morning, Jesus to thee be glory giv’n. Word of the father now in flesh appearing
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