Hark The Herald Angels Sing
Glory to the newborn King
Peace on Earth and mercy mild
G-d and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic hosts proclaim
Peace [bad word] to Bethlehem
Hark the Herald Angels Sing!
Glory to the newborn King

Hail by highest heaven adored
Hail the everlasting Lord
Light and life to all he brings
Here with healing in his wings
Mild he lay his glory by
Born that man no more may die
Bringing hope to all the land
Peace to every child and man
Hark the Herald Angels Sing!
Glory to the newborn king
 [bad word] All Ye Faithful
Joyful and triumphant [bad word] ye [bad word] ye to Bethlehem [bad word] and behold him
Born the king of angels [bad word] let us adore him [bad word] let us adore him
 [bad word] let us adore him
He is the Lord!

Sing choirs of angels
Sing in exultation
Sing all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to G-d
Glory in the highest [bad word] let us adore him [bad word] let us adore him
 [bad word] let us adore him
He is the Lord!