It came upon the 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:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all-gracious King"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all-gracious King"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
