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,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

See how the shepherds,
Summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear;
We too will thither
Bend our joyful footsteps:
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 heaven above;
Glory to God
In the highest:
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him,
O come let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

Come, let us worship
Our dear Lord and Saviour,
Who gave his precious self
The sinner to save;
Grateful devotion
Offer we unto him,
With cheerful adoration,
Thus praise we the Lord.

Ever sincerely
Offering our homage
To our benign forgiving
Lord and God;
Bless him for ever,
Sing his praise eternally,
With cheerful adoration,
Thus praise we the Lord.

Glorious, eternal,
Merciful redeemer,
Deign to receive our earnest
Fervent pray’rs:
Graciously hear us,
Bending thus before thee,
With cheerful adoration,
Thus praise we 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 …

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 …

Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing:
O come let us adore him …

John Francis Wade (c1711-1786)
English: Frederick Oakeley

O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
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:

See how the shepherds,
Summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh with lowly fear;
We too will thither
Bend our joyful footsteps:

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

John Francis Wade (c1711-1786)
English: Frederick Oakeley

O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
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:

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

Yea, Lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning,
Jesu, to thee be glory giv’n;
Word of the Father,
Now in flesh appearing:

God of God,
Light from Light,
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:
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 heaven above;
‘Glory to God,
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,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

God of God,
Light from Light,
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:
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 heaven above;
‘Glory to God,
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,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

God of God,
Light from Light,
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:
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 heaven above;
‘Glory to God,
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,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

God of God,
Light from Light,
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:
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 heaven above;
‘Glory to God,
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,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

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,
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;
Gloria 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 on Christmas morning,
Jesu, to thee be glory given
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.

John Francis Wade (c1711-1786)

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.

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps,
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, glory in the highest:
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine
Parturit virgo mater.
Deum verum, genitum non factum.
Venite adoremus Dominum.

Cantet nunc hymnos, chorus angelorum,
Cantet nunc aula caelestium,
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Venite adoremus Dominum.

Ergo qui natus die hodierna.
Jesu, tibi sit gloria,
Patris aeterni Verbum caro factum.
Venite adoremus Dominum.

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, glory in the highest:
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.

Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine
gestant puellae viscera.
Deum verum, genitum non factum.
Venite adoremus Dominum.

Cantet nunc hymnos, chorus angelorum,
Cantet nunc aula caelestium,
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Venite adoremus Dominum.

John Francis Wade (c1711-1786)

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, glory in the highest:
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

English: Frederick Oakeley

God of God,
Light from Light,
Lo, he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;
Very God,
Begotten, not created:
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 heaven above;
‘Glory to God,
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,
Jesu, to thee be glory given;
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.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)

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!
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 heaven above!
Glory to God, in the highest;
O come, let us adore Him!
O come, let us adore Him!
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

Frederick Oakeley (1802-1880)