Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing. Come adore on bended knee Christ, the Lord, the newborn King. Glooooooooooooooooooooria, In excelsis Deo; Glooooooooooooooooooooria, In excelsis Deo.Muqaddas Yaratguvchim في ملء الزمان EC-NS Podižem oči prema nebu (I Lift My Eyes Up) Славь душа dạm ạlʿz Creation is Awaiting V srdciach nech nám radosť horí Раб'бе Шюкюр Йюкселтин! Бу дунё беш кунлик умр От Тебя не скрою
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