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, good will to men From heaven's all gracious king The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing
All 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: O 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 peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.