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 heav' all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heav' and earth shall on the Prince of peace their king
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing