Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o'er our plains. And the mountains in reply echo still their joyous strains. Alleluia, in excelsis Deo. Alleluia, in excelsis Deo. Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your raptures strain for love? Say, what may the tidings be Which inspire your heav'nly song? Gloria, in excelsis Deo. Gloria, in excelsis Deo.