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, good will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King.
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing,
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

Hear the angels sing!