Cherry Tree Carol

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, 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

And 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 prophet bards foretold

When with the ever circling years

Comes round the age of gold;

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the 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 peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling

And the whole world send back the song

Which now the angels sing