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It came upon the midnight clear |
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That glorious song of old |
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From angels bending near the |
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EarthTo touch their harps of gold |
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Peace on the |
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Earth, goodwill to men |
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From heaven's all gracious king |
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The world in solemn stillness lay |
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To hear the angels sing |
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Still through the cloven skies |
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They comeWith peaceful wings unfurl |
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And stillTheir heavenly music floats |
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O'er all the weary world |
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Above its sad and lowly plains |
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They bend on hovering wing |
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And ever o'er its |
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Babel sounds |
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The blessed angels sing |
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O yeBeneath life's crushing load |
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Whose forms are bending low |
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Who toil along the climbing way |
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With painful steps and slow |
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Look nowFor glad and golden hours |
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Come swiftly on the wing |
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O rest beside the weary road |
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And hear the angels sing |
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For lo the days are hastening on |
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By prophets seen of old |
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When with the ever circling years |
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Shall come the time foretold |
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When the new heaven and earth |
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Shall own the prince of peace |
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Their King |
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And the whole world |
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Send back the song |
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Which now the angels sing |
