O come let us adore
The Lord of all the earth,
And in our songs of praise recount
The mystery of His birth.

The middle wall is razed,
An entrance now is free;
For cherubim with sword of flame
No longer guard the tree.

O Paradise restored!
Now I shall enter in,
And taste the bliss from which I fell
Through Adam’s mortal sin,—

For Christ, the Father’s Son,
Who God’s true image bore,
Of Virgin born, in low estate
Our human nature wore.

True God! True Man! to Thee
Our earnest prayers ascend;
O, of Thy loving-kindness hear,
Who art the Sinners’ Friend.