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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,
Christ the Lord.
God of God, Light of light, Lo!
He abhors not the Virgin's womb
Begotten, not created;
Very God, O come, let us adore
Him, Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sin in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above:
"Glory to God In the Highest";
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord.
Ye, 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,
Christ the Lord.
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Savior Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him,
From Satan's power and might."
Refrain: Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
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