It came upon a 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 all gracious king)
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

(Still through the cloven skies)
(They come with peaceful wings unfurled)
Still their heavenly music floats
O'er 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.

(The blessed angels sing...)