1. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From an-gels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, goodwill

1.It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From an-gels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,From heaven's all gracious King!"The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.

1 - It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

Words by: E. H. SearsMusic by: R. S. Willis

© 2001 The Paperless Hymnal™







2.Still through the cloven skies they comeWith peaceful wings unfurled,And still their heavenly music floatsO'er all the weary world;Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hovering wing,And ever over its Babel soundsThe blessed angels sing.









3.And ye, beneath life's crushing load,Whose forms are bending low,Who toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slow,Look now! for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wing:O rest be-side the weary roadAnd hear the an-gels sing.










4.Yet with the woes of sin and strifeThe world has suffered long;Beneath the angel-strain have rolledTwo thousand years of wrong;And men, at war with men, hear not The love-song which they bring;O hush the noise, ye men of strife,And hear the angels sing.










5.For lo, the days are hastening on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever circling yearsShall come the time foretold,When peace shall over all the earthIts ancient splendors fling,And the whole world send back the songWhich now the angels sing.










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1. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From an-gels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, goodwill