Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing O’er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echo still their joyous strains.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say, what may your tidings be,
Which inspire your heav’nly song.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing,
Come, adore on bended knee,
The infant Christ, the new born King.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
Sweetly singing O’er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echo still their joyous strains.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say, what may your tidings be,
Which inspire your heav’nly song.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing,
Come, adore on bended knee,
The infant Christ, the new born King.
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria in excelsis Deo (2)
