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 heavens all gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing



Oh, 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

And hear the angels sing