Lyrics
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 plain, they bend on hovering wind
And ever o'er its babel sound the blessed 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 hour comes swiftly on the wing
Oh, rest beside the weary road and hear the 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
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 plain, they bend on hovering wind
And ever o'er its babel sound the blessed 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 hour comes swiftly on the wing
Oh, rest beside the weary road and hear the 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