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 unfurl
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 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