It came upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels playing near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on the Earth could will two 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 unfurl

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