It Came Upon a 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, goodwill to men
From heavens 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 Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
