We are angels, we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? Why not let some tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song? Gloria, 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 See Him in a manger laid Whom the choirs of angels praise Mary, Joseph, lend your aid While our hearts in love we raise Gloria, in excelsis Deo
