Sung by Celtic Woman
O 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 let us adore him
O come let 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, begotten not created.
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ the Lord
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heav’n above;
Glory to God Glory In the highest:
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ the Lord
See how the shepherds,
Summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither Bend our joyful footsteps;
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ the Lord
Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning,
Jesus, to thee be glory given;
Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing:
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
