It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

It came up -on the mid-night clear,

That glo-rious song of old,

From an - gels bend - ing near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold:

Peace on the earth,good-will to men,

From heaven's all-gra-cious King ;

The world in sol-emn still-ness lay

To hear the an-gels sing.

Still through the clo-ven skies they come,

With peace-ful wings un-furled;

And still their heaven-ly mu-sic floats

O'er all the wea-ry world :

A-bove its sad and low-ly plains

They bend on heaven-ly wing,

And ev-er o'er its Ba-bel sounds

The bless-ed an-gels sing.

And ye, be-neath life's crush-ing load,

Whose forms are bend-ing low,

Who toil a-long the climb-ing way,

With pain-ful steps and slow,

Look now, for glad and gold-en nours

Come swift-ly on the wing ;

O rest be-side the wea-ry road,

And hear the an-gels sing !

For lo! the days are has-tening on,

By proph-et-bards fore-told,

When with the ev-er-cir-cling years

Comes round the age of gold ;

When peace shall over all the earth

Its an-cient splen-dors fling,

And the whole world give back the song

Which now the an-gels sing.

A-men