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:

Oh peace on the earth, good will to men,

from heaven's all-gracious King

It came upon a midnight clear,

that glorious song of old,

from angels bending near the earth

to touch their harps of gold:

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

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,

Peace on the earth, oh hear the angels singing

It came upon a midnight clear…