Faith Evans Follow

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 Shepard's summoned to his cradle
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