It Came Upon the Midnight Clear

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 Heaven's 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
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all 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



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Richard Blackmore
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