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, good will to men,

From heaven's 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 heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing.

And ever o'er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

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, good will to men,

From heaven's all gracious King!

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing.

To hear the angels sing.

To hear the angels sing.