Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echos in their joyous strains



Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis Deo!

Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis De-e-o!



Shepherds, why this jubilee?

Why your gladtime strain prolong?

Say what may the tidings be?

Which inspire your heavenly song?



Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis Deo!

Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis De-e-o!



Come to Bethl'em, come and see

Whose birth the angels sing

Come, adore on bended knee

The infant Christ, the newborn King



Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis Deo!

Glor-or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or, Or-or-or-or-or-ria

In excelsis De-e-o!