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 heavens all gracious king!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels, to hear them sing

Oh ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps so slow,
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing,
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels, and hear them sing

"peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious king!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels, to hear them sing
Sing sing sing sing

Still through the broken skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er babel sounds
The blessed angels, the blessed angels sing

Writer : SPECK, MIKE / GOSS, LARI / ZALOUDIK, DANNY / WILLIS, RICHARD S.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC