It came upon a midnight clear

It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending near the Earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the Earth, goodwill to men

From heaven's all gracious king

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing

Still through the cloven skies

They come

With peaceful wings unfurl

And still

Their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

O ye

Beneath life's crushing load

Whose forms are bending low

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow

Look now

For glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing

O rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on

By prophets seen of old

When with the ever circling years

Shall come the time foretold

When the new heaven and earth

Shall own the prince of peace

Their King

And the whole world

Send back the song

Which now the angels sing