O Come All Ye Faithful

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!

Sing, choirs of angels; sing in exultation;
sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above!
Glory to God, all 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!

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv'n!
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, Christ, the Lord!

 

Hark the Herald Angels Sing

Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King:
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
join the triumph of the skies;
with th'angelic hosts proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King"

Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of the Virgin's womb
veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail th'incarnate Deity,
pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King"

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by
born that we no more may die,
born to raise us from the earth,
born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"

 

The First Noel

The first No-el the an-gel did say
Was to cer-tain poor shep-herds
In fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay tend-ing their sheep,
On a cold win-ter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, No-el, No-el, No-el,
Born is the King of Is-ra-el.

They look-èd up and saw a star
Shining in the east, be-yond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it con-tin-ued both day and night.
Noel, No-el, No-el, No-el,
Born is the King of Is-ra-el.

And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from coun-try far;
To seek for a king was their in-tent,
And to fol-low the star wher-ev-er it went
Noel, No-el, No-el, No-el,
Born is the King of Is-ra-el.

Then let us all with one ac-cord
Sing prais-es to our heav’n-ly Lord;
That hath made Heav’n and earth of naught,
And with His blood man-kind hath bought
Noel, No-el, No-el, No-el,
Born is the King of Is-ra-el.

 

What Child Is This?

What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ, the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading
Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you
Hail! Hail! the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh.
Come, peasant, king, to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings;
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise the song on high.
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy! Joy! for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary!

 

Joy To the World

Joy to the world the Lord has come
Let earth receive her King
Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing

Joy to the Earth, the Savior reigns
Our mortal songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.