1. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold.
2. Still thru the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heav’nly music floats O’er all the weary world. Peace on the earth, good will to men From heav’n’s all-gracious King. The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.
3. 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 give back the song Which now the angels sing.
4. Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing. Oh, rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing. Come hear the angels sing. Sing.