Angels we have
heard on
high
sweetly singing
o'er the
plains.
And the mountains
in re-
ply
echoing their
joyous
strains.
Gloria . . .
in-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o
Gloria . . .
in-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o
Come to Bethle-
hem and
see
Christ whose birth the
angels
sing.
Come adore on
bended
knee
Christ the Lord the
newborn
King.
Gloria . . .
in-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o
Gloria . . .
in-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o
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-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o
Gloria . . .
in-
ex-
cel-
sis
De-
o