VERSE 1 

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old;

From angels bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold.

CHORUS 1

“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.

VERSE 2

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled.

And still their heavenly music floats

O’er all the weary world.

CHORUS 2

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing.

And ever o’er its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

VERSE 3

For lo, the days are hastening on,

By prophets seen of old,

When with the ever circling years

Comes round the age of gold.

CHORUS 3

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling.

And the whole world give back the song

Which now the angels sing.

Which now the angels sing.

Which now the angels sing.