Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Glo~~~ria, in excelsis Deo! Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song? Glo~~~ria, 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. Glo~~~ria, in excelsis Deo!