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!
Shepherds, why this jubilee? 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.
See him in a manger laid, Jesus, Lord of heav'n and earth! Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, sing with us our Savior's birth.