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 menFrom heavens all gracious King!’The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.
Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hovering wings,And ever o'er its Babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.
The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.