It came upon a 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
Look now for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing And 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
Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed 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