It came up-on - a
mid-night clear,
That glo-ri-ous song - of old,
From an-gels bend--ing near the earth
To touch their harps - of gold;
"Peace on the earth, - good will to
men,
From heav-en's all gra--cious
King."
The world in sol--emn still-ness lay
To hear the an--gels sing.
Still through the clo--ven skies they
came,
With peace--ful wings - un-furled,
And still their hea-ven-ly mu-sic
floats
O'er all the wea--ry world;
A-bove its sad - and low-ly plains
They bend - on hov-er-ing wing,
And e-ver o'er - its Ba-bel sounds
The bles-sed an--gels sing.
O ye, be-neath - life's crush-ing
load,
Whose forms - are bend--ing low,
Who toil a-long - the climb-ing way,
With pain-ful steps - and slow;
Look now, for glad - and gold-en hours
Come swift--ly on - the wing:
O rest be-side - the wea-ry road,
And hear the an--gels sing!
For lo! the days - are haste-ning
on,
By pro--phets seen - of old,
When with the e--ver cir-cling years,
Shall come the time - for-told,
When the new hea-ven and earth shall
own
The Prince - of Peace - their King,
And - the whole world send back the
song
Which now the an--gels sing. |