Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
Gloria...
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ is birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria...
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!