It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold Peace on the earth goodwill to men from heav'n all gracious King The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold When the new heav'n and earth shall on the Prince of peace their king And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing