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 unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
o'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plain,
they bend on hovering wind
And ever o'er its babel sound the blessed
an gels sing
Oh, 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
hour comes 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 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