Angels we have heard on high, sweetly
singing over the plains and in mountains
in reply echo still their joyous strains.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo. [2]
Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your rapturous
strain prolong? Say what may your tidings be,
which inspire your heavenly song.
Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth
the angels sing: come, adore on bended knee
the infant Christ, the newborn King.
