Enya O Come, O Come Emmanuel lyri
Oh come, Thou Rod of Jesse, freeThine own from Satan's tyrannyFrom depths of Hell Thy people saveAnd give them victory o'er the graveRejoice, rejoice, EmmanuelShall come to thee, oh Israel Oh come, Thou Day-SpringCome and cheerOur spirits by Thine advent hereDisperse the gloomy clouds of nightAnd death's dark shadows put to flightRejoice, rejoice, EmmanuelShall come