It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
Edmund H. Sears, 1846
|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, good will to men,
From heav'n's all-gracious King.
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing!
2. Still through the cloven skies they came
|3. Yet with the woes of sin and strife|
The world has suffered long,
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!
4. All ye, beneath life's crushing load,
|5. For lo! the days are hast'ning on,|
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing!