O COME, O COME, EMMANUEL,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lowly exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
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 did give the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
O come, thou key of David, come
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make straight the path that leads on high
And close the path to misery.
O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell thy people save,
And give them victory o’er the grave.
O come, thou dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
From 'Great O Antiphons', tr J M Neale 1818-1866