It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

It came upon a midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth, good will to men

From Heaven's gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing

Still through the cloven skies, they come

With peaceful wings unfurled

And still the heavenly music flows

Over all the weary world

Above its sad and lonely plains

They bend on hovering wing

And, o'er its Babel ancient sounds

The blessed angels sing

Oh, you beneath life's crushing load

Whose forms are bending low

Who tore among the climbing way

With painful steps and slow

Look now for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wind

Oh, rest beside the weary road

To hear the angels sing