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! |