Lyrics

Psalty's Christmas Calamity
O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL MEDLEY

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,
Sing all ye citizens of heav’n above;
Glory to God,
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!

Away in a manger no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

He’s sleeping, shhhh!
He’s sleeping, shhhh!
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o’er the plains;
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.

Gloria, in excelcis Deo.
Gloria, in excelcis Deo.
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing.
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King

Gloria, in excelcis Deo.
Gloria, in excelcis Deo.

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