O Come, O Come Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appears Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height In ancient times didst give the law In cloud and majesty and awe
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse free Thine own from Satan's tyranny From depths of hell Thy people save And giveth them victory o'er the grave
O come, Thou day-spring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine advent here Disperse the gloomy clouds of night And death's dark shadows put to flight