Angels we have heard on high,
sweetly singing o’er the plains
And the mountains in reply, echo back their joyous strains


Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Say what may the tiding be, which inspire your heav’nly song

Come to Bethlehem and see Him,
whose birth the angels sing
Come, adore on bended knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King

See Him in a manger laid,
whom the angels praise above
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
while we raise our hearts in love