Angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o’er the plains,
and the mountains in reply
echo still their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo (x2)
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your rapt’rous strain prolong?
Say what may your tidings be,
which inspire your heav’nly song.
Come to Bethlehem and see
him whose birth the angels sing:
come adore on bended knee
the infant Christ, the new-born King.