Angels We Have Heard On High

Angels we have heard on high sweetly singing o’er the plains,

And the mountains in reply, echoing their joyous strains.

Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria in Excelsis Deo!

Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria in Excelsis Deo!

Shepherds, why this jubilee?  Why your joyous strains prolong?

What the gladsome tidings be, which inspire your heav’nly song?

Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria in Excelsis Deo!

Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria in Excelsis Deo!