It came upon a 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 heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning
On by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years
Shall come the time foretold
When the new heav'n and earth
Shall on the Prince of peace their King
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies
They come with peaceful wings unfurled
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
Yet with the woes of sin
And strife the world has suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man at war with man hears
Not the tidings which they bring
Oh hush the noise ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing
Oh yeah, 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
Oh 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 peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing