O Come, All Ye Faithful (Adeste Fideles)

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Adeste fideles, laeti   triumphantes:              *) Dylan sings: "leite"
  Am7  G/d D  G  C G/b   G/d D    G                   – charming, but a
Veni - te, ve-ni - te ad Be - thlehem:                different word.
C G   C F E  D     D7/f#  G
Natum videte Regem ange - lorum.
    C/g G  C/g G7 C/g      C/g G  C/g G C/g G
    Veni- te a - do-remus, veni- te a - dore- mus,
    C7/Bb F/a  C/g F6  D7/f#  G G/f C/e Dm7 C/g G   C
    ve -  ni - te  a - do  -  re -  mus     Do -  minum.

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
C          F   C     G        D7      G
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.

[Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;
sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all  in the highest;]
    O come, let us adore Him! O come, let us adore Him!
      F/a   C/g F6 D7/f# E    Fmaj7 Dm C/g G      C
    O come, let us a --  dore Him,     Christ the Lord.

True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
Lo, He shuns not the Virgin's womb;
Son of the Father, begotten, not created;

See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;

Lo! star led chieftains, Magi, Christ adoring,
Offer Him incense, gold, and myrrh;
We to the Christ Child bring our hearts' oblations.

Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?

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

En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas
Vocati pastores approperant:
Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
venite adoremus Dominum.

Aeterni Parentis splendorem aeternum
Velatum sub carne videbimus:
Deum infantem pannis involutum.
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
venite adoremus Dominum.