Il testo della O' come all ye faithful

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Oh 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;
Very god, begotten not created:
O come, let us adore him, christ the lord.

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
Glory to god in the highest:

O come, let us adore him, christ the lord.

See 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 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, christ the lord.