It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

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 heaens 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 their heaenly music floats
Oer all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovring wind
And ever oer its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
And ye, beneath lifes 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!
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!