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 heaven's all gracious king 
The world in solemn stillness lay 
To hear the angels sing 

Still through the cloven skies 
They come 
With peaceful wings unfurl 
And still 
Their heavenly music floats 
O'er all the weary world 
Above its sad and lowly plains 
They bend on hovering wing 
And ever o'er its Babel sounds 
The blessed angels sing 

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 with the ever circling years 
Shall come the time foretold 
When the new heaven and earth 
Shall own the prince of peace 
Their King 
And the whole world 
Send back the song 
Which now the angels sing