Casting Crowns - Gloriaangels we have heard on high

C^Gome to Be^Athl^Bmehem and see ^{G A Bm} M^Gore than a stor^Ay, ^Bmit’ll set you free ^{G A Bm} A^Gre you tired^A of^Bm the running? Are you tired of the sh^Game? ^{A Bm} B^Gaby born^A in^Bm a manger’s gonna break every ch^Gain ^{A Bm} An^Ggels fill^A up ^Bmthe heavens with the sound of His ^Gna^Ame^Bm

^GGl^Aor^Bmia To the Pro^Amised One, to the o^F#mnly Son ^GGl^Aor^Bmia Now the Pea^Asant King changes eve^F#mrything

An^Ggels we h^Aave he^Bmard on high ^{G A Bm} Pi^Gerce the sil^Aent m^Bmidnight sky ^{G A Bm} Fr^Gom a throne^A to^Bm a manger, Trading glory for shame Fr^Gom a King^A to ^Bma stranger, With a love to pro^Gclaim An^Ggels fill^A up ^Bmthe heavens with the sound of His ^Gna^Ame^Bm

Co^Gme ad^Dore on bended k^Anee Lay your burden at the feet ^GOf Christ the Lo^Drd, the newborn K^Aing Co^Gme ad^Dore on bended k^Anee

^GOf Christ the Lo^Drd, the newborn K^Aing