Angels we have heard on high
sweetly singing o'er the plains.
And the mountains, in reply,
echoing their joyous strains:
Gloria!
(we sing it, too, something like this:
Glo - oh oh oh oh - ohhh - oh oh oh oh - ohhh - oh oh oh oh - ohhh - ria!)
- in excelsis Deo!
(which is the song of the angels, singing: Glory - to God in the highest!
Their song is so big that the mountains ring with the echoes)
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome 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!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
