Angels we have heard on high,
sweetly singing o’er the plains,
and the mountains in reply
echo back their joyous strains.
Glo – – – – – ria in excelsis Deo,
glo – – – – – ria in excelsis Deo.
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tidings be,
which inspire your heav’nly 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.