It came upon a midnight clear

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 Hea­ven’s all gra­cious king.
The world in so­lemn still­ness lay,
To hear the an­gels sing.

With sorrow brought by sin and strife
The world has suf­fered long;
And since the an­gel song, have passed
Two thou­sand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, you men of strife
And hear the an­gels sing.

And those whose journey now is hard,
Whose hope is burning low,
Who tread the rocky path of life
With painful steps and slow:
O listen to the news of love
Which makes the heavens ring!
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

And still the days are hastening on –
By prophets seen of old –
Towards the fullness of the time
When comes the age foretold:
Then earth and heaven renewed shall see
The Prince of Peace, their king;
And all the world repeat the song
Which now the angels sing.