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