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
For low the days are hastening on
By prophets bards foretold
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over
All the earth
It's ancient splendors fling
And the whole world
Give back the song
Which now the angels sing