Alan Jackson – “O Come All Ye Faithful”

Introduction

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“O Come, All Ye Faithful,” originally titled “Adeste Fideles,” is a cherished Christmas carol with origins tracing back to the mid-18th century. The hymn is commonly attributed to John Francis Wade, an English Catholic who lived in exile in France. Wade, known for his skill in copying and selling musical manuscripts, included the Latin version of this hymn in his 1751 collection, “Cantus Diversi.”

The carol’s lyrics invite the faithful to Bethlehem to celebrate the birth of Christ, encapsulating the joyous essence of the Nativity. The original Latin text comprises four verses, with additional verses added in the 18th century by French priest Jean-François-Étienne Borderies. The most widely recognized English translation, “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” was completed by Frederick Oakeley in 1841, making the hymn accessible to English-speaking congregations.

The melody’s authorship remains a topic of debate, with possible composers including Wade himself, Thomas Arne, and even King John IV of Portugal. Despite the uncertainty surrounding its composition, the hymn’s enduring appeal is undeniable. It has been translated into numerous languages and is a staple in Christmas services and concerts worldwide.

Country music artist Alan Jackson included a rendition of “O Come, All Ye Faithful” on his 2002 holiday album, “Let It Be Christmas.” Jackson’s version stays true to the hymn’s traditional arrangement, featuring his distinctive vocal style accompanied by classic country instrumentation. The album received positive reviews for its heartfelt interpretations of Christmas classics, with Jackson’s rendition of “O Come, All Ye Faithful” contributing to the album’s warm reception.

The enduring popularity of “O Come, All Ye Faithful” lies in its timeless message and melodic appeal, inspiring countless artists across genres to offer their interpretations. Alan Jackson’s rendition is a testament to the hymn’s versatility and its profound resonance with audiences during the Christmas season.

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Lyrics

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,
Lo, he shuns not the Virgin’s womb,
Son of the Father, begotten, not created,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
See how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze,
We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,
We would embrace Thee, with love and awe,
Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning,
Jesus, to Thee be glory given,
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

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