Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Shepherd, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tiding be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the new born king.