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 heaven's all gracious king
 The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
 Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl
 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 its babel sounds the blessed angels sing
 Oh yeah, 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
 For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
 When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
 When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their king
 And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing