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 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
Oh all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
they bend on hovering wing
And ever over Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
Yet with te woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man
at war with man
hears not
The tiring which they bring
O hush the noise
ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing