"IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR"

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 HEAV'NS 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 HEAV'NLY MUSIC FLOATS
O'ER ALL THE WEARY WORLD.
ABOVE ITS SAD
AND LOWLY PLAINS
THEY BEND ON HOV'RING WING
AND EVER O'ER ITS BABEL SOUND
THE BLESSED ANGELS SING.

