Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains Gloo o-o-o-o ooo o-o-o-o ooo o-o-o-o o-ria In excelsis de-o Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing Come adore on bended knee Christ our Lord, the new born King