It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

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. For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever-circling years Come round the age of gold, When peace shall cover all o'er the earth, It's ancient splendor fling, And all the world give back the song Which now the angels sing.