Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang Creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth! Gloria, in excelsis Deo, Gloria, in excelsis Deo. Shepherds, in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night; God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the Infant Light. Sages leave your contemplations: Brighter visions beam a-far. Seek the Great Desire of Nations: Ye have seen His natal star. Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear: Suddenly the Lord descending, In His temple shall appear. Though an Infant now we view Him, He shall fill His Father's throne. Gather all the nations to Him; Ev'ry knee shall then bow down.