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 heav'n's all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay
to hear the angels sing.
For lo the days are hastening on,
by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years
shall come the time foretold
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.