Ye faithful, come, triumphant come,
To Bethlehem repair?
Behold the King of angels born;
Adore the Lord with prayer.

Him, God of god, and Light of light,
A spotless virgin bore;
True Diety, begot, not made:
Come let us him adore.

To thee, O Jesus, this day born,
Be glorious anthems sung;
th' eternal Word of God made flesh,
Be prais'd by ev'ry tongue.

Now let the holy host of heav'n
The cdheerful chorus raise;
Praise in the highest to the Lord,
Hi let all nations praise.