It Came Upon a Midnight Clear - Christmas Songs

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 Heaven’s all gracious King

The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing

And ever o’er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing

And He beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low

Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow

Look now for glad and golden hours, come swiftly on the wing

Oh, rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing

And hear the angels sing