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 all gracious King,

The world in solemn stillness lay,

To hear the angels sing

Still thro' the cloven skies they come

With peaceful wings unfurled,

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.