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 all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall on the Prince of peace
Their king
And the whole world send back the song which now 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
Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of
Wrong
And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels sing
O 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 prophets 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 give back the song which now the angels sing
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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 all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall on the Prince of peace
Their king
And the whole world send back the song which now 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
Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of
Wrong
And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels sing
O 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 prophets 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 give back the song which now the angels sing
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth goodwill to men from heaven all gracious
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall on the Prince of peace
Their king
And the whole world send back the song which now 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
Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of
Wrong
And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels sing
O 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 prophets 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 give back the song which now the angels sing
Writer: Edmund Hamilton Sears, Richard Storrs Willis
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.