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, goodwill 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 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 Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold When the new heaven and earth shall own The prince of peace their King And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing Which now the angels sing