It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing. And still their heavenly music floats, O'er all the weary world. Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heav'n's all gracious king And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing. For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.