Why so despondent, down cast and downhearted?
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem,
Come and behold him,
Born the King of Angels,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,
God of God, However dark the night,
Look he's not too proud for the virgins womb,
Very God, even in dark places,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,
Sing choirs of wasters, Sing in degradation,
Sing all forgotten ones despised and unloved
Glory to God, in the High street,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on all ye faithful,
O come on and adore him,
Christ the Lord,
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