Gloria, Gloria, in ex celsis Deo!
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Joy in the triumph of the skies,
To the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem,
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new -born King!
Gloria, gloria, et in terra pax.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From an gels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold.
From heaven's all -gracious King.
The world in solemn stillness lay
Still through the golden skies they come
With peaceful wings un furled
And still their heavenly mu sic flows
O 'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And never o 'er its babble soft