Текст песни Adeste Fideles - Nat King Cole

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant
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
True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal
Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb
Son of the Father, begotten, not created
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God, all glory in the highest
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God, all glory in the highest
See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God, all glory in the highest
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?
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God, all glory in the highest
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning
Jesus, to Thee be glory given
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God, all glory in the highest