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 heav'n'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.

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.

For all 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.