It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

Verse 1:

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.

Verse 2:

Sill through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled;

Ane still their heavenly music floats,

O’er all the weary world:

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing;

And ever o’er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

Verse 3:

O 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.

Verse 4:

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.