Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
