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!
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