It came upon a midnight clear (Hymn)
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, good will 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.
