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 goodwill to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing

For low the days are hastening on
By prophets [Incomprehensible] foretold
When with the ever circling years
Come 'round the age of gold

When peace shall over all the earth
It's ancient splendors fling
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing