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
And all 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
The angels sing. 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 peace shall over all the earth, Its ancient splendors flee
And the whole world send back the song, Which now the angels sing
The angels sing. The angels sing
O hear the angels sing