It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It came upon a 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 unfurled

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

For lo, the days are hastening on

By prophet seen of old

When with the ever-circling years

Shall come the time foretold

When all young men that earth shall own

The Prince of Peace, the King

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing