Angels, we have heard in heaven,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountain tops in answer,
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis, Deo.

Shepherd, why this exultation?
Why your rapt’rous strain prolong?
Tell us of the gladsome tidings,
Which inspire your joyous song.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis, Deo.

Come to Bethlehem and see him,
O'er whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore, devoutly kneeling,
Christ the Lord, the new-born King.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis, Deo.

See him in a manger lying,
Whom the choir of angels praise;
Mary, Joseph, come to aid us
While our hearts in love we raise.
Gloria in excelsis Deo,
Gloria in excelsis, Deo.