Angels, we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains.
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyus starins!

(Chrous)
Gloria!
Inexclies deo!
Gloria!
Inexclies deo.
Deo, Gloria inexclies deo!

Shepreds why this julibee,
Why your joyus strians prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be,
Which inspire your heveanly song?

(Chrous)

See him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of Angels praise.
Mary, Joesph lend your aid!
While our hearts in love, we raise!

Gloria!
Inexclies deo!
Gloria!
Inexclies de

Gloria inexclies deo!