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 unfurled
And still the heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world
Above it’s sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever over this babel sounds
The blessed angels sing

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long

Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong

And man at war with man hears not
The loving which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing