Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Glo—o———o——o——o——o—oria
In excelsis Deo
Glo—o———o——o——o——o—oria
In excelsis Deo
Shepherd why this jubi—lee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings 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 newborn King