Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav’nly song?
Christ 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.