Al Jarreau - Gloria in Excelsis
 
 O blessed town
 Of Bethlehem
 Within thy gray
 Green shade
 Ringed round
 With
 Terraced vineyard
 And depth
 Of olive glade
 There on thy high
 Green pastures
 The shepherds
 Watch their sheep
 The low large moon
 Shines glim'ring
 O'er all
 The upland steep
 
 What music
 Of the heavens
 What magic song
 Of bliss
 What vision
 Of the night-tide
 What mystic light
 Is this?
 The silly sheep
 Are blinded
 The shepherds
 In amaze
 Stand awe-struck
 All the hillside
 With glory
 Is abaze
 
 The angels'
 Joyous
 
 Chorus:
 Rings out
 Into the night
 O Gloria
 In excelsis
 Sing praises
 In the height
 Sing praises
 Men of Bethlehem
 
 Sing praises
 Here below
 For peace
 On Earth
 And goodwill
 He doth
 On your bestow
 
 For on this day
 Is born there
 Within
 Your little town
 A Child
 Who Christ
 The Lord is
 Yet wears
 No earthly crown
 He bringeth joy
 And gladness
 To you
 And all mankind
 Yea
 Peace on earth
 And good-will
 To men
 Of equal mind
 
 O blessed town
 Of Bethlehem
 How happy
 Is thy state
 How blest
 Above all palaces
 The stable
 At thy gate
 For there
 In manger-cradle
 (Oh
 true the angel word)
 As King enthroned
 Of all the worlds
 Reigns Jesus Christ
 The Lord