It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

1. It came up- on the mid- night clear, That glor- ious song of old, From an- gels bend- ing near the earth, To touch their harps of gold; "Peace on the earth, good will to men, From Heav- en's all gra- cious King." The world in so- lemn still- ness lay, To hear the an- gels sing.

2. Still through the clo- ven skies they come With peace- ful wings un- furled, And still their hea- ven- ly mu- sic floats O'er all the wea- ry world; A- bove its sad and low- ly plains, They bend on hov- 'ring wing, And ev- er ov- er its Ba- bel sounds The bless- �d an- gels sing.

3. Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suf- fered long; Be- neath the an- gel strain have rolled Two thou- sand 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 an- gels sing.

4. And ye, be- neath life's crush- ing load, Whose forms are bend- ing low, Who toil a- long the climb- ing way With pain- ful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and gold- en hours Come swift- ly on the wing. O rest be- side the wear- y road, And hear the an- gels sing!

5. For lo! the days are has- t'ning on, By pro- phet\- bards fore- told, When with the ev- er circ- ling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall ov- er all the earth Its an- cient splen- dors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the an- gels sing.