Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyouse strains, Gloria ....
Why your joyous strains prolong
What the gladsome tidings be,
Which inspires your heavenly song?
Him whose birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord the newborn king.
Whom the choirs of angels praise
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
While our hearts in love we raise.
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