It came upon a 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 Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wings And ever o'er its baffled sounds The blessed 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 And hear the angels sing
