It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels playing near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the Earth could will two men
From Heaven's all-gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing
