Gloria! Gloria! In excelsis Deo! Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King! Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem! Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King! Gloria! Gloria! In excelsis Deo! It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold. Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heav'n's all-gracious King! The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing. Still through the golden skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music flows, O'er all the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains, They bend on hovering wings, And never o'er its babble sound, The blessed angels sing. Gloria! In excelsis Deo! © transcript Emily Beynon