歌词
Oh, come ye
O come ye to
BethlehemCome and behold him
Born the King of angels
O come, let us adore him
Christ the
LordGod of
GodLight of light
Lo, he abhors
Not the virgin's womb
Very GodBegotten not created
O come, let us adore him
Christ the
LordSing, choirs of angels
Sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens
Of heaven above
Glory to God
In the highest
O comeLet us adore him
Christ the
LordSee how the shepards
Summoned to his cradel
Leaving their flocks
Draw nigh with lowly fear
We too will thither hend
Our joyful footsteps
O come, let us adore him
Christ the
LordYea, Lord, we greet thee
Born this happy morning
JesusTo thee be glory given
Word of the
FatherNow in flesh appearing
O comeLet us adore him
Christ the
Lord