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. 
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.