It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world Peace on Earth, good will to men From Heaven's gracious King Yet with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long Beneath the blessed angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong O hush the noise ye men of strife And hear the angels sing The world in solemn stillness lay