Angels we have heard on high sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply echo back their joyous strains. Shepherds why this jubilee, why your joyous strains prolong. Say what may the tidings be which inspire your heavenly song. Gloria. In excelsis deo. Gloria. 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.
