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 earth, good will 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 O'er its sad and lowly plain They bend on hov'ring wing And ever o'er its babel sounds The blessed angels sing
For lo! the days are hast'ning on By prophets seen of old When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold When the heav'ns and earth shall own The Prince of Peace, their King And all the world send back the song Which now the angels sing