It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
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 heaven’s 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 their heavenly music floats

Over around the weary world:

Above its sad and lonely plains

They bend on hovering wing,

And oh its Babel sounds

The blessed angels sing.

O you beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil among the climbing way

With painful steps and slow;

Look now, for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing;

Oh rest beside the weary road

to hear the angels sing.