Verse_Lyric: 1
1. 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 heav’n’s allgracious King!” 

The world in solemn stillness lay, 

to hear the angels sing.



Verse_Lyric: 2
2. Still through the cloven skies they come,

with peaceful wings unfurled,

and still their heav’nly music floats

o’er all the weary world;

above its sad and lowly plains

they bend on hov’ring wing;

and ever o’er its Babel sounds

the blessed angels sing.



Verse_Lyric: 3
3. For lo, the days are hast’ning on,

by prophet bards foretold,

when with the evercircling years

comes round the age of gold;

when peace shall over all the earth

its ancient splendors fling,

and all the world send back the song

which now the angels sing.