Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains,. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains.. . Ooh, ooh, ooh.... Gloria, in excelsis Deo!.
(NARRATION). . Now why this man's soul was bleeding. The angel had to understand. So invisible, he stood by him. And then gently touched his hand. . Which caused the man to stand there still.