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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 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: 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. Aus Songtexte Mania