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 heav'n'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 it's sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er it's Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing