It came upon the midnight clear

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 earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

Still throe the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
Over all the weary world

Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever over Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong

And men, ant war with men, hear not
The love song which they bring
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
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 the whole heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace their King
And the whole world, send back the song
Which now the angels sing