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 all 
gracious King 
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing 
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful 
wings unfurl 
And 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 
Can't you hear them sing? 
And 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 
Oh, rest beside the weary road, oh, and hear the angels 
sing 
And hear the angels sing