It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From an gels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all -gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings un furled,
An d still their heavenly mu sic floats,
O 'er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lonely plains,
they bend on hovering wing,
And ever o 'er its babbled sounds,
the blessed an gels sing.
For, the days are hastening on
When with the ever -circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King
Which now the angels sing
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From an gels bending near the earth,
To touch the harps of gold.
Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heaven's all -gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay