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Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth
Ye who sang creation's story
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new born King!
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,
O sing, all ye citizens of heaven 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 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.
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
The first Noel the Angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
Hark! the herald Angels sing,
"Glory to the new-born 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 new-born King!"
It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From Angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
"Peace on the earth, good-will to men
From heaven's all gracious King"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the Angels sing
Still thro' the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed Angels sing
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What Child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
O 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 Christian, fear for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come, rich and poor, to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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