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 goodwill to men
From heaven's old gracious king
The world in Salem still is laid
To hear the angels sing.


For Lord the days are hasting on
By prophecy no more
When with the every circling years
Shall come the time for toll.

When God the heaven and earth shall long
The press of peace their king
And the whole world send back a song
Which now the angels sing...