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, good will 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 come With peaceful wings unfurled And still the heavenly music flows Over all the weary world Above its sad and lonely plains They bend on hovering wing And, o'er its Babel ancient sounds The blessed angels sing Oh, you beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low Who tore among the climbing wind With painful steps and slow Look now for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wind Oh, rest beside the weary road To hear the angels sing