Milwaukee Gas Light Company Quartet

O come, O ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come, ye, O come, ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him for the King of Angels. O come let us adore Him.

O come let us adore Him. O come let us adore Him. Praise the Lord. Sing choirs of angels, sing in exaltation. Sing all ye citizens of heaven above. Glory to God in the highest.

O come, let us adore Him. O come, let us adore Him. Christ the Lord. O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee mine.

Above by deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by. Yet in my dark streets shine, If the ever-lasting light, The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in the tonight. For Christ is born of Mary and gathered all above.

While mortals speak the angels keep their watch of wondering love. Oh, all morning stars together, Proclaim the Holy Birth, and Praise His Sing to God the King, and Peace to Men of Earth.