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!

God of God, Light of Light,
Lo, He abhors not the virgin's womb;
Very God, begotten not created.

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 heaven above!
Glory to God, all 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!

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning
Jesus, to Thee be all glory given.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

O come, let us adore Him;
O come, let us adore Him;
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ, the Lord!

Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With th'angelic hosts proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem,
Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King.

Christ by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of the Virgin's womb!
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see!
hail the incarnate Deity!
Pleased as Man with man to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel!
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings.
Mild, He lays his glory by,
Born that we no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.

Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor and meek, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

Jesus is our childhood's pattern
Day by day like us he grew;
He was little, weak and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us he knew:
And he feels for all our sadness,
And he shares in all our gladness.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love;
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above,
And He leads His children on,
To the place where He is gone.

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

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.

Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child!
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night.
Shepherds quail, at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia:
Christ, the Saviour is born,
Christ, the Saviour is born.

Silent night, holy night.
Son of God, Love's pure light,
Radiant beams from Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace:
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth,
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.

Joy to the world; the Lord is come;
Let Earth receive her King;
Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature sing.

Joy to the Earth, the Savior reigns;
Our mortal songs employ,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten and children listen
To hear bells sound in the snow.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmasses be white.

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Clause is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town.

He's making a list and checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's naughty and nice
He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake.

Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go laughing all the way
Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh x2

Snow is falling all around me
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yuletide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away

Once again as in olden days, happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us, will be near to us once more
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Good tidings we bring, to you and your kin,
We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.