Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains:
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis D-e-o!
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis D-e-o!
Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the new-born King
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis D-e-o!
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.
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis Deo!
Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oria, in excelsis D-e-o!
