IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR

It came up on the 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 glo ri ous King.”

The world in sol emn still ness lay, to hear the an gels sing.

For lo!

the days are hast ’ning on, by proph et seen of old,

when with the ev er cir cling years shall come the time fore told

when peace shall o ver all the earth its an cient splen dors fling,

and the whole world send back the song which now the an gels sing.