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      Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing   And ever o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing      And He beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low   Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow   Look now for glad and golden hours, come swiftly on the wing   Oh, rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing   And hear the angels sing