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
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing
And ever over its Babel sounds
O ye 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
Oh rest beside the weary road