Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o're the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, why this jubilee
Why your joyous strains prolong
Say what may the tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song.

Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ, the Lord, the new-born King.

See him in a manger laid
Whom the choirs of angels sing
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid
While our hearts in love we raise.