It came up-on the mid-night clear,
That glo-rious song of old,
From an-gels bend-ing near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heav'n's all gra-cious King."
The world in sol-emn still-ness lay,
To hear the an-gels sing.

For lo! the days are has-t'ning on,
By proph-ets seen of old,
When with the ev-er circ-ling years
Shall come the time fore-told,
When peace shall o-ver all the earth,
Its an-cient splen-dors fling.
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the an-gels sing.