It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old, from angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold:
Gloria! In Excelsis Deo! Gloria! In Excelsis Deo!
"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
All ye beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow