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!
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing!
Still thro' the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurl'd;
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
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!
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing!
Still thro' the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurl'd;
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
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