1. It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,

2. Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurled,

1. from angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold.

2. and still their heavenly music floats all o'er the weary world.

1. "Peace on the earth, good will to men, from heaven's all gracious King !”

2. Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing,

1. The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing.

2. and ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing.