It Came upon the Midnight Clear : -ghf090 - [Play Midi]
  1. 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, good will to men,
    from heav'n's all gracious King!
    The world in solemn stillness lay
    To hear the angels sing.

  2. Still thru the cloven skies they come
    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.

  3. And 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.

  4. For lo, the days are hast'ning on,
    By prophet bards foretold
    When with the evercircling years
    Comes round the age of gold;
    When peace shall over all the earth
    Its ancient splendors fling,
    And the whole world give back the song
    Which now the angels sing.