It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

<br>It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old<br><br>From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold<br><br>Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven`s all gracious king<br><br>The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing<br><br><br><br>Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl <br><br>And still their heavenly music floats, O`er all the weary world.<br><br>Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing<br><br>And ever o`er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing<br><br><br><br>O ye, beneath life`s crushing load, whose forms are bending low<br><br>Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow<br><br>Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing<br><br>O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing<br><br><br><br>For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old<br><br>When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold<br><br>When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their King<br><br>And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing