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