O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear

O come, Thou branch of Jesse’s tree
Free them from Satan’s tyranny
That trust thy mighty power to save
And give them victory o’er the grave

What child is this who laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
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!

O come, desire of nations bind
And won the hearts of all mankind
Bid thou our sad divisions cease
And be Thyself our King of Peace

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come Peasant, King to own Him
The King of Kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise the song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary…

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel, shall come the thee, O Israel

Rejoice… Rejoice…
Emmanuel, shall come to thee, O Israel