There’s a song of won­drous beau­ty,
Like a peal from an­gel choirs,
For it sounds o’er care and du­ty,
And ful­fills the heart’s de­sires.
O the ca­dence sweet, as­cend­ing,
Joins the har­mo­ny of Heav’n,
And a car­ol ne­ver end­ing,
To mor­tal tongues is giv’n;
And the world takes up the strain:

Refrain

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.

There’s a song, sweet mu­sic peal­ing,
’Tis an ec­ho from on high,
Unto all the earth re­veal­ing
Blessings from be­yond the sky.
There is beau­ty in the sing­ing,
There is joy bey­ond com­pare,
For it comes, sal­va­tion bring­ing,
To man­kind ev­ery­where;
And the world takes up the strain:

Refrain

Nigher still and high­er swell­ing,
Circling all the lis­ten­ing earth,
While its har­mo­nies are tell­ing
Of the migh­ty Sav­ior’s birth!
’Tis a song like fount­ains flow­ing
From a ne­ver fail­ing stream;
Ever on­ward, ev­er grow­ing,
Mankind it shall re­deem;
And the world takes up the strain:

Refrain