It Came Upon The Midnight Clear

It came upon the mid-night 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 Heavens all 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
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!