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




Oh, ye beneath life's crushing load


Whose forms are bending low


Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow





Look now, for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing


Oh, rest beside the weary road


And hear the angels sing