Christmas Songbook

It Came Upon the 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 heaven❜s all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they came
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heav❜nly music floats
O❜er all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains❟
They bend on hov❜ring wing;
And ever o❜er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man❟ at war with man❟ hears not
The tidings which they bring;
O hush the noise❟ ye men of strife❟
And hear the angels sing!

O ye❟ beneath life❜s crushing load❟
Whose forms are bending low❟
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow❟
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hast❜ning on❟
By prophets seen of old❟
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold.
When the new heav❜n and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace❟ their King❟
And the whole of world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.