It Came Upon a 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, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!'
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wings
And ever o’er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing