1.It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold;"Peace on the earth, good will to men,From heav'n's all-gracious King."The world in solemn stillness lay,To hear the angels sing.2.Still thro' the open skies they come,With peaceful wing unfurled;And still their heav'nly music floatsO'er all the weary world;Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hov'ring wing,And ever o'er its Babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.3.But with the woes of sin and strifeThe world has suffered long;Beneath the angel-strain have rolledTwo thousand years of wrong;And man, at war with man, hears notThe love-song which they bring;O cease, ye mortals, cease your strife,And hear the angels sing!