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 heavens
All gracious King
The world in solemn
stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
Still through the open 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 wings
And ever o'er
its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing