It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

verse 1

It came up-on the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
With news of joy foretold
Peace on the earth, good will to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

verse 2

Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
A-bove its sad and lowly plains
Old echoes plaintive ring
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

verse 3

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneaath the angel strain have rolled
two thousand years of wrong;
and man at war with man hears not
the words of peace they bring.
O hush your noise ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing.

verse 4

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 be-side the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

verse 5

For lo, the days are hastening on,
by prophets seen of old
When with the every circling years
comes round the age of gold
when the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace thier King
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.