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, goodwill to men
From heaven's gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
Still through the parted 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 over all its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
Though with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
When all the world gives back the song
Which now the angels sing