1 There's a song of wondrous beauty,
Like a peal from angel choirs,
For it sounds o'er care and duty,
And fulfils 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.

2 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 ev’rywhere;
And the world takes up the strain: [Refrain]

3 Nigher still and higher swelling,
Circling all the list'ning earth,
While its harmonies are telling
Of the mighty Saviour's birth!
'Tis a song like fountains flowing
From a never ending stream;
Ever onward, ever growing,
Mankind it shall redeem;
And the world takes up the strain: [Refrain]