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 plains

They bend on hovering wing.

And ever o'er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophet bards foretold,

When, with the ever circling years,

Comes around the Age of Gold

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling,

And all the world give back the song

Which now the angels sing.