Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph,
To Bethlehem haste, the Lord of life to meet;
To you this day is born a Prince and Savior;
O come, and let us worship at His feet!

O Jesus for such wondrous condescension,
Our praises and rev’rence are an off’ring meet,
Now is the Word made flesh and dwells among us:
O come, and let us worship at His feet!

Shout his almighty name, ye choirs of angels,
And let the celestial courts His praise repeat;
Unto our God be glory in the highest;
O come, and let us worship at His feet!

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