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 heavens 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


Look now for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
Oh rest beside the weary road

And hear the angels sing
Come rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing