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 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.