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 the heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
Above it's sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever over this babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man at war with man hears not
The loving which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife
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
