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 gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angel sing
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man, at war with man hears not
The love song which they bring
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing
And 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
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing
For lo! the days are hast'ning 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 splendor fling
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.